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Baby Blues Lowdown

Baby Blues Lowdown

Baby Blues Lowdown

A Poem by Pauline May

This new life strangles me with unshakable strings.

“The first few days are magical, you’ll see.”

But I sink through the motions of mothering.

No overwhelming love to set me free.


When they all come to visit 

you are all they see.

Their eyes light up as my eyes sting,

a feeding, nappy changing absentee.


I look at you and I don’t feel a thing.

I’m full of empty, drifting out to sea.

No doting, needing, worshipping,

just darkness all around, engulfing me.


Everyone is glowing,

happy to the nth degree 

with you, treasured for everything you bring.

I feel I’m just not here. This can’t be me.

I look at you and I don’t feel a thing.

I am a mother, a mother of debris.

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