The Unspoken Language

With trembling and crying,

Found a newborn with the mother lying.

Unbroken bond deep and true,

Nourishment and comfort, too.

In a soft and little warm bed,

Little one peacefully fed.

Tiny fingers- grasping tight,

Eyes gaze up with much delight.

In quiet moments of day and night,

The cheeks on the face are very bright.

One arm free to guide with care,

Ensuring comfort everywhere.

Cradle hold where comfort lies,

Watching each other's loving eyes.

With every suck, the bond it holds,

A story of bravery and boldness.

Healthy baby with mother's milk

Looking at her without a blink.

No bottle milk- no water,

Breastfeeding is all that matters.

It makes health and immunity good

A silent language that all understood.