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May 2018
Lying here, with plenty
                   of time to think,

Do I go for the bottle?
less
      work, but feels fake.

That place where we are close,
  Natures giver of love and warmth
                 best medicine for me to drink?

Bottle
Pro: I can be lazy, just suckle that fool all day.
I'm held by mummy & daddy.
Cons: No closeness even though held,
the bottle is no substitute for skin on skin contact.

Milk giver
Pro: I feel mummies heart beat, closeness of her
giving, us time as a wonder of to sleep.
Con: trying to grip is like holding a pickle slippery
and when you think you have it slips again?
                                                               "What's a pickle"
Trying not to be suffocated by those things,
                              A kid has to breath....

I contemplate these thoughts, I chat to my friend he was born
5 minutes before me, thinks age brings wisdom.

"for me its not the bottle I need my mommy next to me"

"don't you miss you daddies smile"

"what's a daddy? I haven't seen one of those"

I cry as who wouldn't want to hold us.

I ponder my thoughts, bleary vision, but I hear my parents
talking. And decide that I like the bottle as it brings me closer
to mummy and daddy. Even though feeling mummies
warmth, and being serenaded by her heart beat.
I love the feeling of hearing and feeling there voices
holding my closely.
And I tried to feed off daddies milk givers,
his were hairy,  tickling my nose,
                                          I'm not trying that again.
Poetic T
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