Since breastfeeding CAN be poetic sometimes, here’s a poem to commemorate our 6 months of (now) happy breastfeeding!
When I Nurse My Baby At Night
He reaches
Hands, tiny fingers
splay, searching
the darkness
for a familiar face.
I feel
soft touches
baby fingers trace
my chin
and lips, nose, cheek.
I close my eyes
And wonder…
How love knows
To see in the dark.
Erin
Wednesday 1st of September 2010
That's beautiful! And I don't even breastfeed! <3
Crunchy Beach Mama
Thursday 26th of August 2010
aaahhhh... :)
Crafty Mom
Wednesday 25th of August 2010
is that your poem? very nice! :)there's really nothing sweeter in the whole world! breastfeeding is amazing therapy. so relaxed, and present in the moment...and how delicate the whole thing is! especially those tiny little fingers, acting with such care. it's a beautiful thing to watch my baby nurse. and the way he looks up, straight into my eyes. right into me. no expectations at all. just PURE, absolute LOVE!!!