They Say I Have Spoilt You

You have cried for too long

i swoop in, my arms under you

put you against the pillow

of my breasts, thinking “i am a bad mother”

you do not care as you stare

suckle, breathe, sleep.

They say i have spoilt you

You are too used to my arms,

the scent of rose-water breast milk,

the sound of me breathing too close

beside you. They say i am suffering from “new mother syndrome”

you do not care as you stare

snuggle, breathe, sleep.



  1. Robyn says:

    Absolutely beautiful. I was waiting to see what motherhood would do to your writing, and I am not disappointed.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. triciatallen says:

      Thanks Robyn. I am feeling inspired again!

      Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.