Out like a Lamb

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.

– English proverb

March is ending and I haven’t been thinking about lambs.  Instead, my Uncle Bruno and cows have been on my mind.  A few weeks ago, at the age of 95, he said goodbye. I will miss him dearly. He shared many stories of his childhood and growing up in Newark, New Jersey.  My daughter, Chloe Yelena Miller, wrote the following poem based on his remembrances.

Noisier than the Milk

Newark, N.J.

The empty bottles chimed

with the horse’s half-moon step.

Two AM, the milkman found

screen door knobs in that unlocked dark.

The neighborhood children remember

those sounds like a map.

Fifteen cows up on Third Avenue

slept with hushed bells.

First published in SpiralBridge (2004)

Cow in pasture, Doolin, Ireland

© melabee m miller

And I think of him when I see this photograph of a lone cow in Doolin, Ireland.

7 Responses to “Out like a Lamb”

  1. Susan Topper Says:

    love the photo and the poem….especially the sentiment. I want to be where the cow is…….

  2. Susan Topper Says:

    Oh, I almost forgot…..Happy Birthday dear Melabee….how are you celebrating this one?

  3. Love this post.

  4. darryl tucker Says:

    a beautiful , touching tribute

  5. Jan & Bob Says:

    Love the post & the poem… and so nice to see you 3 and to catch up with each other.

  6. Happy Birthday to you! and Happy New Beginnings to your dear uncle! The poem and the photo are both lovely tributes. K

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