To Mother Every time I watch breast feeding,
Can't help smiling. I know I was once
As true, good, and beautiful as
The baby:
Holding Mother's breast as if holding
The whole loving world,
Sucking milk with drunken eyes
Half closed,
Kicking mechanically,
Rosy cheeks lit up with ecstasy. Through tears I see Heaven
That is Mother's bosom
Where I was infinitely loved
As in God's Kingdom.

by Chauncey Chen

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