Thoughts after Viewing 1658’sMilkmaidNovember 12, 2009
She’s already tasting the sugary bread-pudding.Saliva is wetting her lips,             her eyes sparkle while anticipating
the accolades he’ll laud on her.His gentle nudges, crowned with a sweet smile            make all the knuckle-aching work worthwhile.
She’s heard the early moaning of the cow’s callto be relieved of the thick creamy milk.            The chilly milk-room didn’t feel damp at all.
After baking the mix of bread, eggs and milk,she’s donned her freshest, starched cap to accept             the next, well-earned moment of praise.