Started as breast milk with lullaby
Source cuddled me to sleep when I could hardly
Containing so many minerals like a valley
Filling me, leaving protruding my little belly

Graduating from milk in six months, seemed too early
Now it’s funny but then I hated it badly
Ingesting flakes soaked in artificial milk
In a month or less, I felt sick

I healed with mum’s love and pills forced to swallow
But then as a recovery gift came an introduction to swallow
And started feeding in a regular and fixed pattern
Breakfast, lunch but the dinner with a lantern