Carried upon your instinct

Your little mouth roots against me,

Latches, a pause, then comes the flowing

Here my child, here is my offering.

Your little fingers explore my skin

Eyes locked to mine

Little legs tucked against my belly

Rosebud mouth at my breast.

Full, round moon-breast feeds you.

This magic milk nourishes you, my child.

How sweet this moment.

You pause even in your hunger

To share a smile with me

Hand reaches out for mine.

I am here little one. Always here.

Soon enough you will be dancing.

Soon enough you will be the laughing child

I envisioned when I dreamt of you.

Soon enough this will be but a memory.

So, for now Let me gaze upon you with wonder,

Lost in my love for you.

Let me offer you my mother-milk.

Let me hold you to me little one


Let me always remember this milk-flow.


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