I want to hold her to me,

Tenderly possessive –

Stroke her hair and kiss

Her dimpled cheeks,

Even as she suckles

Forcefully on swollen breast.

But nature mustn't take its course

And others' sense of false modesty

And righteous decorum comes

Creeping to the fore –

Please don't breastfeed her here,

M'dear. Surely you thought

To bring her bottle? –