Milk of Comfort

Like milk spilling from a can, a mother gives herself to sustain another, steady, unending, without question. She becomes both nourishment and refuge, a vessel of comfort. Yet, in the warmth she offers and the life she fuels, she is not emptied. She is remade, not by what she loses, but by what she creates. The milk of comfort, an unspoken promise that in giving, she becomes whole.