Sweetness

There is nothing wrong with this happenstance.

Except you have not savoured the sweetness of a mother.

It is an appendage desire, carried for the rest of our days.

For in suckling, we are made alive.

In suckling, a bond so strong is established,

That no bridge can be compared to it.

In suckling we taste love and learn to give of ourselves.

And like a clarion call

To heed to it, re-echoes the

Fulfilling but eternal yearn for a mother

 Photo credit: Pending.