Mother

I surfaced from your loving folds,
The blood of your toil
Like a coat without buttons
Or a hood
Protecting me from the cold of humanity.

I sup upon your big boolangers
Milk Torpedoes, Big creamy knockers
Gobbling your mummy love.

I expel a brown fury
You release me from its warm damp grasp
Clean me, wipe me dry.
I love you Mother.