Taste: Chronicles of a new Mother

What is this?

It's a thing,

It's clumpy this thing,

not sure how to feel.

Its a liquid?

orange liquid,

solid might have been,

but is no more,

The thing went down my chin.

Mother I'm hungry,

feed me more.

Milk please,

milk oh please.

So I open wide,

I'm met with something...

different,

I give a squint,

my cheeks rise up,

and my nose gives off wrinkles,

and uhh,

suddenly...

I jump in my seat.

Oh so involuntarily,

Momma please,

oh please,

may I have some milk now,

please.

Another spoon full,

incoming!

Bracing myself,

whooop!

Its spews.

Sorry Mommy it just flew!

This I have in my mouth so new!

It could be the texture,

or maybe the taste,

maybe I just want it on my face.

My question to you is...

May I have some milk,

now please.

Poem by Michelle Marin

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