Breastfeeding. A Poem.

15 months breastfeeding.

Countless hours in this corner of our house.

And a concerto all over the world.

Irreplaceable time.

A steady tempo of

Vital connection.

With priceless nutrition.

Liquid gold: Breastmilk

Recomposing in real time.

A biological symphony!

Changing throughout the day

Adjusting it’s fat content

And boosting it’s cadence of

Immune antibodies in syncopation

With a baby’s signal for healing.

The way God orchestrated a woman’s body…

Divine.

The most perfect substance.

Tailored nutrition.

Magic exists!

Empowered.

So natural.

I didn’t fumble for the melody.

We had rhythmic certainty

When you were placed on my bossom.

This was my beautiful journey

In the score of life.

Was there ever dissonance?

No.

But it took sacrifice.

And discipline.

Hours and hours

Giving myself

For the nourishment of my little one.

Constantly scheduling the now

And looking to the future.

Never taking one minute for granted,

Because in the next, she may need me again.

But then,

As she grows,

The moments taper…

She doesn’t need you as often,

Or as close together

as

she

did

before.

Staccato.

The gaps get longer

And farther apart.

Then I think

This metaphors her future growth.

So I cry.

And hold her a little longer.

And a little extra tight.

This symphony is reaching it’s final notes.

I cling to the silence between them.

Now is the time for

The final movement.

The closing of a private, miraculous chapter.

The cadence is changing

And what once flowed from me to you,

Is becoming a beautiful memory.

The foundation of love and connection

We built

Over countless hours

The beautiful song

We created

Together

Our rhythm

My heart will forever sing.