Depression came a’drummin on my door.
She’s no stranger. I’ve seen her before.
I asked her in for a spot of tea,
she bounced my toddler on her knee.
“you can stay for one,” I politely pressed
“but I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong address,
there’s far more than cake on my expanding plate,
and I’m pretty certain you’ve got the wrong date
My two year old keeps me on my toes
and I’ve exciting news, everyone knows
makes you bundle with joy, bloom, glow, shine
we’re having a baby! In four months’ time.
we tried for this, the best part of a year
so I’m pretty certain this is a time for cheer!
our second miracle is on its way
so as I said, you truly can’t stay.”
She put down her cup and shook her head
“If that’s what you think, you’ve been misled,
I’ve a blatant disregard for all of the facts
frankly my love, I don’t give a rats
Baby or no baby, I’m here to stay
Spread the word mamma, I’m wired that way.”
Now as I sit in the dark, the dark sits in me
and I weep, as I rock my toddler on my knee
when the house is still, I wonder at it all
as tiny new toes come tapping on my inside wall.
Tiny New Toes – A poem about Antenatal Depression / Depression in Pregnancy.
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