Riddle

By Elizabeth Wright, student

Anna Willis - Milk

by Anna Willis

 

Four times I'm absorbed from blades

Four times absorbed again.

Later, under softening shade

I grow back into blades.

 

Shave off my head

Beat me furiously.

Make me spread

Luxuriously.

 

Babies rip me from their mothers

Whenever they've been crying.

Others spill me free from prison,

Crying without trying.

 

I'm under her shirt.

I'm in that bottle.

I'm often burped,

But never coddled