(Now that you’re eleven-for Ava)

You’ll find your way….
Away from the brood,
Like a newborn kitten
looking for food,
Don’t doubt
what’s most nurturing
is mother milk;
Not as glitzy as diamonds
Or the feel of silk.
But when that first buxom feline
Raises a claw to your truth;
You’ll pull the warmth from your belly
And shed the soft petals of youth