Children, motherhood, Poetry

Mother’s Milk

This tiny little person

latched on to my body

as long as I am wide

Miniature fist clenched around a rib of fabric,

holding on for dear life

Eyes arched in ecstasy,

then drooped in slumber

More parasitic than symbiotic,

but the sweetest symbol ever seen

 

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3 thoughts on “Mother’s Milk

  1. Little Mighty's avatar Little Mighty says:

    There is something very special when a mother feeds her child. It is a feeling of fulfillment; not only for the child, but for Mama as well. A wonderful bond of love everlasting. Enjoy these sweet and precious moments.

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