Sticky
little chubby hands pull my shirt,
clearly it's time
to nurse.
Now I have blue yogurt on my white
bra,
I know it could be worse!
She's too busy for
cuddles and kisses,
we nurse to keep us in
touch.
She wants to be big like her big sister,
sometimes
its just too much.
So up on Mama's lap she climbs
again,
for comfort and a snack.
I hold her close, sweet
and soft as she rests,
glad my baby is
back.
I watch as she acts so independent,
but nursing
reminds me.
Not to hurry her to grow up too
fast,
for time will still find me.
Friends try not to
act surprised but all say,
"When will she ever
wean?"
I smile, "Well, I guess when she has
classes,
she can nurse in
between!"
(c) Janis Chrissikos
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