Magick Milk

I wanted to share this poem with you, I don't think it needs anything by way of an explanation or introduction, but suffice to say that it is about motherhood and in particular, breastfeeding...

Magickal Milk

At first the tearful hungry infant

Suckling at the engorged breast

Leaves me tearful, fearful, tired

Will this tiny succubus ever be fed? 

But days and weeks to months they blur

And babies grow and live and learn

My goddess given gift of a child

Is sustained by this magick milk of mine

The bond grows stronger and we wonder

At the child before us now

He is walking, jumping talking

With messy curls upon his head

Year one done we journey on

Learning, growing, all the time

And still this sacred special liquid

Keeps him healthy all the while

Year two passes all too fast,

Babies are not made to last

Here he is, my little lad

With a smile so like his Dad's

And so year three arrives with fanfare

Cake and candles, gifts and friends

But in my heart there is a burning

This is where my baby ends

No more magick milk for Ozzy

He is not a baby now

I must not be seen to feed him

He must drink milk from a cow

I just wish that they would tell you

When you start upon this path

To treasure each and every feeding,

For they vanish all too fast

So though my breasts are full and heavy

The time has come for us to stop

tears of sadness fill my eyes now

I have to let my baby grow up

(C) Arietta, aka Mama Witch
13/11/13