FEEDING TIME

It's my three-month birthday
and if this is going to be
my first picture with Mommy
might as well take a familiar pose:
sucking the last drops of milk
out of that bottle.

I can see her now
laughing at how awful she looked,
all shadowed and serious
while I couldn't have cared less
how I looked, except it hurts
to suddenly come across this
just when I wanted to ask
if she'd nursed me.

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