My Protector

In dreams she comes.

My Protector

I once suckled upon those

succulent milky white breasts,

bursting full of life's

comforting nutrients.

There were no troubles,

there were no foes,

and I never went hungry.

I so enjoyed the long, long

summers of childhood

beneath the watchful eyes

of such nurturing by mother nature.

Now she comes to me as I sleep,

penetrates the place where

I hide and all my nightmares

mingle in monochromic malevolence.

She wafts in weightless, wonder,

wandering upon the night-time breezes

of the June moon's soft and silky smile.

And leaning over my bed,

an angel with fulsome hips,

she plants perfect kisses on my forehead.

"Rest gently dear son,

do not be troubled,

for I am still here

watching over you"

she whispers,

as my lips gratefully accept

her plentiful n*****s

once more.

 

23/06/15

Author's Note

Reviews

[ANTO]

we never truly leave their bosom and they never leave our hearts.
Such a beautiful homage John.
Well done my friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Anto, tis so true.

[Willard Wells]

Very beautiful tribute to mothers and especially yours. Great pen work.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Willard. Though she died in 2003 I still think of her.