Mother and Child
smiling unmistakable smile
as little lamb, curled up,
sleeps safely beside her,
both mother and child
will cry anguished tears,
suffer a searing separation,
as they take little one away,
hopefully out of sight and sound
to bring little lamb to slaughter
for a holiday meal.
Choked on that one, my dear. Always hated that long, long, sleepness night of mother bleating for her lamb, and lamb responding in kind; neither able to locate the other, but just within earshot. Having spent the 7 months prior desperately keeping them together, that one night was always heart-wrenching…
March 28, 2013 at 3:56 PM
Oh, I am sorry. You know it all first hand. Must be a horrible night for all. Yes, heart-wrenching. I have visited a few sheep farms to see lambing time and take photos but never was a farmer so don’t know how hard it must be. Can only imagine.
March 28, 2013 at 4:50 PM
How I wish men could hear the emotions translated into words they could understand. I think however it might not impact them at all in any language. It just makes my heart cry. I know what they’re saying. Their sad song is echoed through every livestock barn or factory farm around and into the world to mix with all the other sad and distressing cries.
Overwhelming sadness abounds if you have ears to hear.
March 28, 2013 at 4:03 PM
Thanks for your beautiful, but very sad, comment. You said it all and very poetically and heartfully.
Warmest regards, Ellen
March 28, 2013 at 4:47 PM
A heart writhing tale of man’s mindless cruelty imposed upon innocent living beings for ages. Great poem, Ellen!
March 28, 2013 at 8:51 PM
Thank you, Arjun! Like I’ve said before, means a lot coming from you. Your poems and pictures are doing very well. Someday, maybe soon, the name Arjun Bagga will be KNOWN by many.
March 28, 2013 at 9:33 PM
Present is Perfect. You and me and our writings 🙂
March 28, 2013 at 9:48 PM
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