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Click hereMotherly instincts
They will never end
He's all grown up now
A man in the eyes of the law
But still he needs his mother
He's always hungry
Continuely thirsty
Wanting my juices
Craving my taste
Can't let my son starve
Must feed my boy
Suckling at my teats
Sweet warm breast milk
Quenching his appetite
Contented for a moment
But still he asks for more
More of my flavors
Such a greedy one
Moving down my body
Exploring his origins
Is this where I came from?
Pleading for a sample
Demanding more fluids
Must provide what he yearns for
All I have for my son
Oh my thirsty one
the premise of this piece of poetry is quite true...the need for mother never ends; it just evolves. the years of puberty are uncomfortable, even frightening. never is insecurity felt any more than during these few lonely years. it is a wise mother that understands the need of her young man in his attempt to move across the abyss from childhood to adulthood can only be provided by her. softly does she cradle him, allowing him, guiding him as he learns and grows. in reading this one can feel the tenderness of this mother as she gently wraps her legs around her young son, urging him to learn while at the same time providing security.
Hi Marie, I love this new poem. oh to be your son. love you
Tommy