Poem on breastfeeding by Christina Moutsou

LOSS
(an alphabet acrostic poem)
By Christina Moutsou

A baby with staring eyes in a room full of afternoon sun
Breasts full of milk
Come baby, I am ready for you
Dribbling, dribbling, dribbling with milk
Eat baby eat
Fragile skin against my skin
Gently rocking you in my arms
How I miss your baby smell
Ice cream texture, vanilla and berries
Jaws that open looking for milk
Kleinian nonsense, breast is only good
Listening to your little cries makes me feel alive
My baby talks to me
Nothing in the world compares to this
Oval face attached to my breast
Praying that it will last forever
Questions creep in: How will it end?
Rock a bye baby in the tree top
Strong little legs kicking up the floor
Tired big eyes shutting again
United still, we are drifting apart
Violet shadows all over our face
Weaning you for now, but not for ever
You are asleep snuggled up in sweet powder smells
X factor beauty in your dreamy face
Zzz, sleep baby, sleep

 

isLoggedIn:N/A
PageCategoryId:88b8368d-a578-4c3d-a77e-050dc4e19562
PageSubType:General

© 2000 - 2017 Birthlight
---