You sucked my milk.
Your breath whispered and stuttered as you drank and cooled my skin.
In lamb-like bleats you found your lips could only cope with drips that bubbled on your chin.
But soon you suckled at my breast with snort and snuffle and impatient stare.
You made sure you took your fill as if my milk was yours of right and not of mine to give.
And what was evolution’s aim in making my nipples so soft and supple
whilst endowing teeth on you, before one month, unused on you,
But giving me the hump?
So now you slumber at my breast fulfilled; with milky burps you sleep content.
Your spew has re-designed my dress and I’m so tired I need to rest.
But here you are - my pride and joy.
I love you so much,
......my little boy.
Comments
hello,
in the first sentence, I think you want (breath) not {breathe}
lovely sentiment and thought. sorry it was not meant to be...
*hugs, Cat
That blessed "e"
Thanks Cat - spelling corrected.
Will
Not ever...
having suckled a baby, I wouldn't know firs hand, but I get the lines that say: "You made sure you took your fill, as if my milk was yours of right, and not mine to give." I've seen that look on one of my three sons, as they did the same and looked at me
as though to say, "It's mine now!" LoL ~ Geez.
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Thanks Geezer
My three grandsons all enjoyed the rights of man. This poem just came to me a few months ago - although my days of quietly sitting, with eyes averted whilst they took their fill but listening to their lamb like sounds clearly stayed with me for so many years.
Will
The title is a grabber
nice piece.
I have to ask are you a man or a woman? your page here doesn't mention that [many folks here don't mention it either, by the way]. I ask 'cause there is an insight here as to suckling...
Thanks Ray
Just an ordinary bloke - three grandsons - from two sons - all of whom were raised by their mothers in the traditional way.
Will