Breastfeeding - A Test Of Mettle

Confused and exhausted I am

having to endure my baby in my womb,

yet a glimmer of hope exists,

my baby, like a flower, would bloom.

My nipples are sore,

trying to secrete milk galore, 

yet I love my child to the core,

my child is a God's gift which I adore. 

Breast milk is the gift of nature,

reviving the child from danger.

 Breastfeeding is an act of kindness,

donate the gift of life with happiness.