Mother

Mother gave me my first taste of sweet milk While I snuggled helpless and voracious Amongst two large breasts that were soft as silk: A comfort zone where I heard loquacious Chatter on a daily basis, foreign But always a soothing tone for my ears My meal was always interrupted when Mom would pull me off still hungry and steer Me around facing over her shoulder And begin patting my back tenderly Until strange noises began to occur That emanated from both ends of me. Is it any wonder why I love her? This source of life I know as my mother.