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From breasts often as smooth as silk,
comes nourishing mothers milk.
Whether it's a human milk or any other,
the newborns find love from their mother.
From a new born babe caressed in a hug,
to a little fat puppy sleeping on a rug.
The nourishment and compassion of their mother,
cannot be matched by any other.
I must admit when my children were young,
from my wife's breasts it didn't come.
Yes we used store bought formula for our kids,
put in plastic bottles with screw on lids.
There were those times at night,
when we would give up the fight.
We'd prop the bottles up in our children's lips,
hoping we didn't have to make too many trips.
We had three kids at once all in diapers,
our sleep was disturbed by the little pipers.
Seemed just as one drifted off to sleep,
another would cry and kick their feet.
Now all our kids are grown
and living lives of their own.
I have four kids two girls and two boys,
my daughters by my grand kids toys.
I'm forty eight and have eight grand kids
now they torture their mothers eye lids.
It's beautiful to me how the cycle goes,
parent to parent the milk still flows.


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