To all the weary moms,
New recruits who have been through childbirth storms,
To labour pains you refused to cave,
Back screaming from radiating waves,
The lifeless feeling of a body drained of blood…
The oh so elusive sleep your whole being craves.
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Night blurs into days
Time now being kept to the cries of your new born babe,
The world revolves around feeding, diapers and bath times
Cobwebbed brain operating in automation mode
Striving to settle our precious one into our loving abode.
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Days runs into weeks that blend into months,
Baby learns to roll, then scoot turns into crawls
Dreaded immunizations as baby in pain bawls,
Then comes the time to introduce baby to solid food
The nursing mother thinks her salvation has arrived.
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To all the weary moms, I raise a song,
You are brave, selfless and strong,
Labour and childbirth didn’t make you keel,
One day at a time, your body will heal
And so the journey into motherhood
Evolves and revolves…
Photocredits: IG user @postpartum
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