THOUGHTS ON BREAST-FEEDING IN PUBLIC
(A Personal Recollection)
I well recall some years ago
Before I had a car and so
I’d caught the bus to go to town
I paid my fare and then sat down;
A woman was sat next to me
(I paid no mind and nor did she);
And so in silence on our way
We journeyed, till I heard her say
“If you don’t eat up” she began,
“I’ll give it to this nice young man”;
I glanced and saw then as she smiled
A gypsy woman and young child;
She wore a t-shirt and short skirt,
Her face was black ingrained with dirt
And dangling out a grubby tit;
The youngster turned away from it
(I do not blame the boy one bit!)
I said to him with nervous grin,
“You tuck in, son; you tuck in!”