A little child born yesterday
A thing on mother's milk and kisses fed
(Homer. Hymn to Hermes, 1:406)
Gin was mother's milk to her.
(Shaw. Pygmalion)
Songs?
...to seek the breast of darkness
and be suckled by the night.
(Simon and Garfunkle. A Poem on the Underground Wall)
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast,
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest. (obviously with the money
saved not paying for formula)
(Beatles. Lady Madonna)
Jack Newman, MD, FRCPC