How natural mothers are treated.....

The Vessel

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oil

Young and supple,

keeper of the precious.

Lifeblood pulses, cells are shared.

Body to body the history flows.

Your role ends here,

one's beginning is another's demise.

The cargo delivered to the waiting

who think the cure has arrived.

Cracked and worn,

the vessel waits

to be unearthed,

discovered by the one it bore.