The following was written by Anne Morrow Lindbergh 16 years after the kidnapping and murder of her infant son:

                                   SECOND SOWING

                            For whom
                            The milk ungiven in the breast
                            When the child is gone?

                            For whom
                            The love locked up in the heart
                            That is left alone?
                            That golden yield
                            Split sod once, overflowed an August field,
                            Threshed out in pain upon September's floor,
                            Now hoarded high in barns, a sterile store.

                            Break down the bolted door;
                            Rip open, spread and pour
                            The grain upon the barren ground
                            Wherever crack in clod is found.

                            There is no harvest for the heart alone:
                            The seed of love must be
                            Eternally
                            Resown.

Last update: 21st January 2001
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