The gift of the mother,
the gift for the newborn life.
Protection,
immunity,
bonding,
building,
growth,
attachment­,
discrete.

Disgusting,
vile,
threatening,
how could she?
how could she sit there,
sit there with her breast exposed?

Are you hungry?
Would you create a drama?
would you make a fuss
if you were hungry,
maybe you'd be quieter than the hungry babe in arms,
because you understand,
the principle of feeding on demand.

You moan about the screeching,
you're preaching and groaning,
that wailing's assaulting your ears,
the infant that's screaming producing no tears,
The child has such hunger pangs,
and still you cuss and make a fuss.
Mum's breast's discrete,
her baby's sweet,
all he wants to do is eat!
(C) LIvvi