Ode to Mine Weaning Breast

Please do not stare at my chest;

I'm a weaning mother, and I need my rest

From the suckling Peanut friend;

It's time for your sippins to come to an end.

Thrush, engorgement, mastitis times three-

Please know what I have endured for thee!

Yet how can I deny my precious babe

Of that which is his ultimate fav?

I'll give you a kippins of milk from a cow;

Please do not think I don't love you now!

A wee bro or wee sis you want, we know;

You must stop nursing, so it can grow.

Twelve months of milk and snuggles for you;

Though mommy is sad, she'd like to be through.

Please do not stare at my chest,

When I have weaned and have wee breasts.

Before my babe they were so nice,

But nursing is worth the sacrifice!