This is mine, but not written fresh for this time, this appearance. But it is (to me, at least) one of most satisfying poems/songs I've ever written.
Way back, when Hans, our Down's son, was a baby, my Beautiful Wife was breast feeding him to the best of her ability. One evening I was holding him, rocking gently, thinking of the breast feeding project, and playing around with a tune and words for him, thoughts and words things slipped easily into my mind and voice for this Alas, I cannot set down the quiet, soothing melody.
Lullaby for a Breast-Fed Baby
Go to sleep, my little boy Dream about a milk-filled booby! Mama nurse you in a while When your time has come.
When your time has come, my boy, Mama milk there'll be in plenty. When your Mama has let down And nursin' time has come.
When nursing time has come, my boy, Mama-milk will fill your tummy. With the nipple in your mouth, You'll never need your thumb.