Breakfast At Picaninny Dawn - Poem by Kay Moore
Who's that whimpering, in the dark?
Come, I'll hold you, near my heart.
My heart beats, for only you,
To feed you is, the next I'll do.
It's time for baby's daybreak feed,
He's calling to me, that I heed.
Mother's milk, is made just right,
Any time, day or night.
Full of goodness, special for you,
Vitamins, minerals, antibodies too.
Not too cool, and specially not hot,
Whatevers there, just drink the lot.
Slow down sweety, just go slow,
Up-chucks aren't the way to go.
Hush there now, we'll try to burp,
Then right back, for all you're worth.
And when you're finished, and content,
I'll change your undies, now we're both spent.
I'll wrap you up, snug and tight,
Sweet dreams, till the morning's light
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