So soon to wake after a night time rest?
Soft cries alert my ears that you must feed.
I pull you once again onto my breast.
I answer every want and every need.
With forlorn eyes I gaze upon your face.
Your baby blues, two pools of water, still.
To care for you I need a sense of grace.
To breastfeed requires an iron will.
A mother’s milk supply is on demand.
Her baby takes all that her body gives.
At beck and call; “Your wish is my command!”
On this sole sustenance her nursling lives.
I sacrifice my peace of mind and rest;
For in my heart I know that breast is best.
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