In the mid-seventies, on board a flight
From Tanga to Dar es Salaam, the seat
Next to me was taken by a woman
With baby. She was dressed unsuitably
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Be it on the earth or high in the sky When a hungry baby is to be fed Ours is not to question how or why But simply allow by nature to be led Good poem sir and welcome to my page
This really is one of my favourites now martin... so thoughtful yet written with apparent comfort of flow. your contemplative nature oozes from this work, how the knee can seem more an issue than the naturalness of the breast at feeding time... im proud to say i was a believer that i could provide the best for my children.... tyvm karen