The Teat and the Bath
A seed that was planted, turned a seedling.
Two farmers; one for the seed, the other the seedling.
I remember drinking as if from a bowl, through your teat, the drink of life.
The soft cushions of your gland when I jostled at them, sprang to life.
Then I'd be lulled to a series of sleep dreaming of milk and of breasts.
So often I'd kick in my sleep, and my mouth would still suckle as it rests.
Sorry! I always wailed like an ambulance whenever I woke.
You would carry me off gently, conjure a song, as you paced ,stood, or sat.
Nothing was more important to you; I was no joke.
I remember being in-between your laps, and the various bathing sessions.
You'd wash my head, tummy, other areas, and even my butt.
I doubt any other can fulfill such duties for me as you have.
Fate has taken you from me, but you'll always remain my love.
When I think of the teat and the bath, you made the greatest of impressions.
Now I'm a giant oak, but you can't enjoy my shade.
I may now love some other woman, but my memories of you will never fade.
See you soon!
Copyright © Emmanuel Odoi-Anim | Year Posted 2023
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