“Milk is personal”, straight from the mother’s breast to her son Passing on a part of her soul, hoping for it to go on Suckling her babe to her chest, a mother’s dream has come true In her hopes she sees her son turning into a man, honest and pure Never imagining the things he’ll do, the way he’ll throw the milk away Never imagining the road he’ll travel, on what path he’ll stray. Working from 9-5, trudging through the long working hours, Striving to buy things that her children can say are “ours” More often than not, going without, looking after the “lil man’s” needs first Looking at him as he grows, raisin him right to satisfy her soul’s thirst Her lil babe finally turned into a real man, no longer needs her hand to guide him through life He’ll see the value of a woman and find him a “good girl” to be his wife. Letting go, cutting the string like they did the umbilical cord, She lets him loose into the world, trustin his safety to the Lord Not knowing that the strength and courage she’s forever shown has gone by unnoticed Thinking that her son will go somewhere in life, not walk around unfocused The milk replaced with a different white substance that he gets addicted to From a life giving drink to a soul shrinking snort, who knew? That the road the mother used to walk down, led her son astray, Who will answer to it on the Judgement day? Was there something wrong in the way she raised this man of hers, Or was it all those around him that dug their snares Into his innocent soul and corrupted that man she had raised, Taking one woman’s treasure and reducing it to a pile of waste!!!