Poem #69: Bottle-fed Baby

Feeding bottle babies is one of the first chores we got to do growing up on the farm. And I say "got to" because it was really that - at a young age we would beg to be a part of the fun and operation of doing chores. It wasn't always evident how to do the task safely. In fact, one of my first tries at feeding a bottle baby resulted in a horrible bloody nose when I held the bottle parallel to my own little nose, against earlier warnings, and the baby bucked the bottle right into my waiting face. Still, feeding the bottle babies was one of the ways that I learned a keen appreciation for satisfaction in a job well done.