Breast Feeding

Attached with love that helps her strength increase
So small, she’s pure potential to fulfill
Receiving mother’s milk in precious peace
She falls asleep with warmth wherein she’s still

And when she wakes, her comfort is complete
I see it in the sparkle of her eyes
She stretches as she coos; her sounds are sweet
She smiles in joy, between contented sighs

The gift of mother’s milk is liquid gold
The gift of life is given, skin-to-skin
The gift of love is more than arms can hold
The gift of love proceeds from deep within

Such strength, such love, by which the babe is blessed
Such strength, such love: the spirit of the breast.