Mother's Milk

I hungrily suck
On mother's warm skin
Until my mouth
Is filled with sweet, sweet nurture.
A bond unfolds
And we are as one.
Mother and child
always shall be.
When I grow
To be somebody
Or even
A low petty thief,
Mother and I
Will always share an attachment
Through her supple milk.

Stephanie Nolasco

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