cereal milk

my animal code built me selfish
don’t share warmth or meat or drink!
but my brain renewed, and I felt it
thinking thoughts I would never think
since that year I made a new baby
and my baby wired her new mom.

now she asks for a bite of my pasta 
and I feed her before I eat.
I delight in her smile as she chews on
that lunch I put on my plate.
 
I offer her spoons of my ice cream
and it’s honestly better that way
to see her smile, to see her delight
at the ginger caramel treat.

The sweet milk left after cereal
She totters up, points at the drink
So I hold the bowl to her lips and
She drinks and drinks and drinks. 

What has she wrought? It’s magic – 
warming and funny and wild.
I’m grateful that I want to share
my cereal milk with my child.

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