Ode to the last bag of breastmilk I pumped while working.

Sweet breastmilk, I painstakingly pumped you

To keep my beautiful boy fed while I was at work.

But you were rejected.
In bottles,

In sippies,

He would not drink you.

So I quit,
And you were cooked!

He loves his oaty-meal!

Yay oatmeal!

Gotta keep it all in!

Last bite.

But you are gone now,

So tomorrow's will be made with almond milk.