Don’t withdraw your sweet life feeding nipple off me.

It’s tender as the life I’m just starting to feel. Your warm breasts are

the clouds of Heaven. Your eyes the stars and your hands two rainbows.

Sweet Mama. Keep feeding lifo into me. I’m too young to famish.

I just heard your laughter. It sounds as a storm. The evening aroma

coming in from the patio smells as sweet as your kisses in my cheeks.

I hear Papa’s voice. See him kissing tenderly your forehead .

The cracking of the fireplace warming water sounds as a symphony.

The voices of women and mid wife sound busy. Cleaning everything.

I think am going to like it. This so called: living.

You sound tired. I think, I think I understand why.

It was painful giving birth to me. Mama, I could never pay you back

for this gift. Hope to be a good person when I grow up. Hope to be so.

Only time will tell.

Sweet Mama. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

EO