It began when you were very small,
No other source of food at all,
every hour, sometimes less,
you would suckle at my breast.
Everywhere we went they’d smile
supportive of us all the while,
You were young and cute and small
of course I breastfed, after all.
Strangers told me they were proud
in voices strident, voices loud,
that I chose to bare my breast.
They told me it was for the best.
Now that you walk, and run, and play,
our nursing support has become dismay!
Though you are still a babe to me
a big kid and breasts is all they see.
Despite the heads that shake away
We still nurse all night and day!
You are still my little one,
we will nurse until you’re done.
(Support breastfeeding, celebrate World Breastfeeding Week!)