A Pantoum for Nursing Mothers

My milk lets down like a landing bird
to feed my hungry child.
A blanket woven from her baby’s breath
Settles on our bodies, wild.

My hungry child feeds with
face pressed to swollen breast,
Our wild joining settles down
until her gulping rests.

Face pressed to swollen breast,
Our rocking counts each time
her gulping at last rests,
repetitious nursery rhyme.

Our rocking counts each time
I reach to stroke her hair,
to whisper her a nursery rhyme
as quiet as a prayer.

I reach again to stroke her hair
Halo of baby breath there
Quiet as a prayer she sleeps
Tho’ letdown my breast milk still keeps.

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2 Responses to A Pantoum for Nursing Mothers

  1. Jacquie says:

    Donna, I had to look up Pantoum, a new word and new poetry form to me. I love how you use different style and structures in your writing…good work!
    Jacquie

  2. barbara toboni says:

    Good job, Donna. Pantoums are hard to write. Very sweet poem.

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