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
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)
© melabee m miller
And I think of him when I see this photograph of a lone cow in Doolin, Ireland.