As she feeds, her eyes hold mine.
She's hunger, tiredness and anger combined.
Her beady eyes flare a warning glow,
"I can throw a tantrum anytime now!"
As she feeds, her tummy begins to fill.
The anger turns into an innocent half smile.
Tiny little fingers grab mine with all their might,
"Don't leave me and go, I'm not done yet!"
As she feeds, her mind calms down.
The cooing starts, tiny bubbles in her mouth.
Little hands and legs dance to silent songs,
Naughty crafty smiles playing on her lips.
As she feeds to her hearts content,
Sloppy wet kisses are the rewards I get!
Her gentle caresses and feather soft touch,
Hold my heart in her loving clutch!