A Breast Fed Baby : Family Poetry

I'm just a tiny tot
I'm breast fed to the top.
I can't talk all that much
But I have Mothers touch.
It feels like heavens silk
This thing called Mothers milk.
I really do adore
This life and so much more.
Between the two of us.
I don't make such a fuss
I suck hard and I clutch
And now I've had too much .
Sometimes I have to chuck.
Its getting hard to suck.
My teeth are coming through.
I'm learning something new.
Counting hours by four.
Because now what's in store .
Is in a bottle there .
And although its not fair
Guess I have to agree.
No more breast milk for me.

By Paul McCann