Wedged tight. Mum holding me,
another back presses:
shiny leather. A ball of metal
gleams, hurts my eyes;
a bottle pushed, suck, suck.
Swerve fast, swerve, slow; tighter
grip; nervous eyes gaze down.
A whisper: he will protect
us my love, my life. Eat now,
nearly there. Wedged tight.
Categories: Just Poetry
Just Scribbling 
I love it! Very unexpected point of view…I do wonder what inspired the though!
The poem was inspired by what I regularly see in Indonesia; families sharing a motorcycle and one day I did actually see a mother breastfeeding a child!