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Last Updated: January 27, 2026 by Yael Breimer
Poems From The Past, Part 4
Editor’s Note: The poems in this week’s blog post come from older issues of La Leche League News, a bimonthly LLLI publication for members, which started in 1958. The name was changed to New Beginnings in 1985. New Beginnings was acquired by La Leche League USA in 2010 and continued to be published as a magazine until 2014, when it was converted to its current weekly blog format at www.lllusa.org/blog/.
You can read more poetry posts on our blog here.
By Stephen T. (1974)
Late, so worn late, in the night
His cry awakens me,
Through the thick fog of night’s cool sleep
I awaken slowly
And ponder, with gain, her movements.
Her fond dreams broken,
Slowly she moves to his call
How radiant her face
When his bright eyes study
Her love
Her giving
She clasps him to her bosom,
Mother and son, Sun and Earth are fulfilled
In the small round hours of dawn.
Life is complete and I rest.
My Dear Sweet Adam
By Marcia Lois S. (1979)
While nursing he will:
Hold my breast in his tiny hands.
Look up at me with one eye.
Play with the button on my blouse.
Feel the texture of my sweater.
Pat my chest and caress my breast.
Touch the flowers on my shirt.
Rub his head and mess up his hair.
Raise his hand for me to kiss.
Try to watch television or talk.
Give me an expression like he is in Heaven.
Closes his soft eyes and fall asleep.
SO NICE TO NURSE
by Becky E. (1983)
A baby is so nice to nurse
so innocent
so little there
those suckling sounds
beyond compare
A six month old is so nice to nurse
with smiles and fingers everywhere
and toes that waltz in Mommy’s hair.
A toddler is so nice to nurse
so sweetly pointing to a spot
“Sit down now, Mom
And nurse your tot!”
A two year old is so nice to nurse
into this and into that
then “Mom, how ’bout we nurse the cat?”
A three year old is so nice to nurse
at naptime and at bedtime’s door
comes the repeated request for “one minute more.”
A four year old is so nice to nurse
but I’ve only just begun
my baby child is so nice to nurse
and really lots of fun.
Submit your poems and stories to Kylie at [email protected]
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