A Mother's Milk
I cling to thy soft source of
strength,
touching her tender tip: a terrific
tap,
I held unto its her helm for
health,
while sleeping... I get a soothing
sap.
A mother's milk so mild,
in tender age... a sweet succor,
for every charming & cheerful
child
to grow without sickness' sore.
Crying kids crave this cute cup
filled with soothing sweetness,
Smiling kids have got a top up...
a fill of a mother's cool kindness.
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