BREASTS

BREASTS

Each of my breasts were a glorious orb
That contained life-giving drink
For infants to suckle and eagerly absorb
Into slumber they would slowly sink

The simple bliss of a full little tummy
They grinned a sweet, milky smile
Hearing lullabies from their mummy
We bonded quietly for a little while

How very precious to have known
I was so much needed and adored
The years flew and they have grown
Aided from milk God and nature poured

I am older and my breasts are also
But they have comfort yet to share
My grandchildren use them as pillows
And tend to find much comfort there

How lucky is the natural woman
With tiny nursing infants blessed
Her babies will become woman or man
Aided by her once nurturing breast


Luke 11:27-
As Jesus was saying these things,
a woman in the crowd called out,
“Blessed is the mother who gave you
birth and nursed you.”
He replied,
“Blessed rather are those who hear the
word of God and obey it.”

1 Corinthians 3:21-I gave you milk, not solid food, for you were not yet ready for it.
Indeed, you are still not ready.