I watch my baby slumber,
Mouth almost covering my nipple,
Drooling milk from the corner.
Fine droplets of sweat
Slowly roll into tear tracks,
In the creases between nose and cheeks.
I kiss her softly, tasting salt.
I watch my baby slumber -
A silent lullaby,
Putting me in a trance.
As I try to remove her
From my breast
She stirs and sucks again, harder.
I watch my baby slumber,
Her eyes move behind lids,
Jerk and flutter,
As arms and shoulders swim
Out of dreams,
Fingers grab for me blindly.
I put a thumb in reach,
And she grasps it,
As if I were a lifebuoy,
And she, a rescued drowner,
Heaves deeply.
Now she is sucking again.
The work of dreams
Left her ravenous.
And I her life raft
Drift out to open seas.
What a beautiful poem, capturing so very well the love of mother and baby. So warm and loving your words paint the perfect scene of perfect maternal love. Makes me remember when my tiny daughter grasped my thumb, words are hard to find to describe the feeling....beautiful....10++++++++++++
'As arms and shoulders swim/out of dream' - this is just one of the many truly wonderful images in this poem. Each one adds to this poetic picture, until mother and baby actually swim before the reader's eyes - ingenious! S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awwwww, beautiful! Thoughts of my own sweet sucklers! Thanks for this.