MyRnR

They say that youth is wasted on the young.

Well I say that new motherhood is wasted on new mums.

Shadows seems to darken every light.

Days feel unbearable due to the bottomless blackness of the night.

It feels like you’re dying right before the eyes of new life.

A husband feels the loss of his wife.

A daughter thinks she’s lost her connection with her mum.

A woman knows she’s the only one;

The lonely one.

The one up by herself while everyone else sleeps

Most of the pain in her head she keeps.

Their sweetness; their innocence; their gorgeous little faces 

So often ignored or taken for granted

Because the work is so relentless!

Reaching hands are stopped.

Performances go without applaud.

Then at night when they’re finally quiet, 

mummy feels mean that she stayed silent.

That she didn’t stop to cuddle more.

That she forgot her big girl is only four.

But they just want more, more, more!

And I just need to fall in a heap on this floor.

I can’t help but wish I was the man asleep with the snore.

Or that I simply was no more.

 *This poem is the second in my e-book, “You must be so tired.” published on Amazon here:

All profits from my book sales go towards funding my new start-up to help new mums (myself included!)

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