Mummy loved me once and held me to her breast
It was soft and warm as my tiny head buried itself
into her vest. Her nipple was soft and her milk was
supreme, but all that is gone or was it part of a dream.
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i liked this poem very very much...breast feeding is best to nothing for a baby...you have said thru a bottle fed mouth...love...nalini
Dear Sylvia, your rich imagination never ceases to delight me. This poem is priceless. I love every line of it. Take care. Always your sister and friend, Sandra
This is so good Sylvia. laughing all the way, you tell them so well Love duncan X
What a wonderful mind you have for getting all the details down Sylvia. Amazing information stored away for future reference I reckon. Unusual subject but very well produced. Love Ernestine XXX