Baby whimpers
yet again.
Hold your breath
and count to ten.
Rose-hued lenses
fall away.
Longed-for infant
here to stay...
Daddy soothes him
so damn well.
Useless mothers
go to hell.
Good for nothing
waste of space,
hide away
don't show your face.
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Author Notes
Baby-Blues aren't as cute as the name would have you believe.
I was desperate to become a mother and when I finally found out that I was pregnant, I was so elated. I spent my whole pregnancy looking forward to meeting our baby and us becoming a family.
I found the first few months of motherhood to be difficult, lonely and very very scary. Everyone but me seemed to have the 'knack' with my baby and I spent most of the time hiding away, feeling useless. I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I may be depressed and I didn't seek medical help. I should have...
Both myself and baby Ben came out of the 'dark months' unscathed (just in case you wondered!)
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