Musings of a feeding bottle

I stayed on the bedside stand, waiting, waiting, waiting

Eager and rushed, meanwhile your glands are activating

The suckling is so rewarding, to hell with stares

To hell with stares, caring no more about public places

Enzymes confused with hormones, tears and gurgles

you lift up your chest, and determination into your journal

He absently brings the bundle to a cradle into your arms

One process which feeds itself, no law of diminishing returns

I can see you tired, often clumsy, ready to take a fall

Then an energy steps up a perk, ready for the next haul

Soldier like, sipping your anise water, settling the burn

Walk, talk, balk, puke, spooked turn by turn by turn

You built a life, now throbbing with brilliant spells

I stand enchanted, life nurturing life, beating rib cage

You sit cross legged, soon exhaustion is assuaged

Grueling cycles of sleeplessness, curled bodies aligned

I wonder why I would ever invade this abundant design

You have doubts I know, with a pressing urge to quit

That addictive baby smell, hypnotizes you to submit

I step aside, no tantrums, no ounces, no formula shed

Leaving you with your patience

And a curly head breathing at your chest

 

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