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Moonlight feedings
She will feed your soul Each night, bottle in your hand, The heavy weight of her Will fill your arms like a hug. She’ll look to you for guidance, someday, She’ll push and pull your heart, She’ll make you wonder if you’re doing this right, She’ll stomp and shout, slam a door or two, But then, she’ll also say “I love you, mom” And that’s all it will take For your memories to visit once more The moonlight feedings, Each night, bottle in your hand The heavy weight of her Filling your arms like a hug. But for now, and in those early days, Of midnight feedings and cries in the night, As you lift her from the crib, Your eyelids as heavy as your child, That moon will be there to light the way, The same moon that will guide this child When she wakes at midnight, And her child feeds her soul Each night, bottle in her hand, The heavy weight of her child Filling her arms like your hug.
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