A Poem by OilsandSyntax


Slightly sour,
Your milky baby’s breath
Smells sweeter in my arms.
I close my eyes
And try to inhale time,
Freeze this moment
Watch you sleep.
Stare at you and wonder.
Should my bosom’s milk sustain you till the morrow,
May I smell this sweetly sour once again.
This fleeting moment soon will fertilize,
Like the Lily of the Valley and her briefly blushing bells.
Should my milk decide to not let down,
An end to fragrant nights,
May your roots grow just as deep and wide.

© 2009 OilsandSyntax

Author's Note

please ignore grammar, this is just a rough idea

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Being a mom is a great blessing.
The experience of a mom is her own.
Suckling a baby gives a mom amazing and unique experience.
You have vividly depicted it in your poem.
"Your milky baby’s breath
Smells sweeter in my arms."

Posted 7 Years Ago

I reviewed this before but as I sit here with my new baby in my milk-drenched lap, it has new meaning :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

lily of the valley is my favorite flower :)

"I close my eyes, and try to inhale time" That's my favorite line. I do that all the time :)

Beautiful poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Quite the opposite children are growing older and I'm remembering those sweet moments that shall never be again.

Posted 11 Years Ago

What a tender, sweet poem this is!

Sounds like you are a new mother...there is nothing like the feeling you get when you hold your child in your arms for the first time.

Emotion beautifully captured here!

Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on February 4, 2009
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