She matters too

St

As she gazed into her baby's eyes They took her gently by surprise

A tear or two shining through

The reflection of her own visage

As a tear rolled slowly by

She hastily wiped it from her cheek

Whilst playing a game of peek a boo

She wondered

How could she feel so blue?

She should feel grateful, happy and blessed

To have a baby

Asleep on her chest

Yet she feels her whole world caving in

And no one to talk to about HER

And though her nipples are cracked and sore

She is asked 'how long she'll be breastfeeding for?'

Not one mention of how long she's been weeping

Only of how well the baby is sleeping

And if the baby's not sleeping

Her milk must be light

And is her baby even gaining enough weight?

So

She makes herself

A hearty stew 'The baby needs 'quality'

Its true

And when baby sleeps

So she should too

But how can she

With so much to do..

And when she tires

she must not sigh

'For babies grow

In the blink Of an eye'

She must not play

Her loud playlist again

Or it might make baby cry

She will rock her till she sleeps

Try a few old lullabies

Even though she cannot sing

By now she must be five hours in..

Five hours she's been feeding her still

Five hours her bladder has been full

Five hours since she let her arms rest

For if not baby may scream her loudest

7 hours since she's had something to eat

10 hours she's been on her feet

15 hours since shes taken a bath

20 hours since she's had a laugh

24 hours since she was woken

Its clear to see how her mind could be broken

Yet

She is grateful

She is blessed

As her baby

Sleeps soundly

On her chest

Though she wonders

Why she is still teary

Like an Autumn leaf

Withered and weary

Tossed about

Feeling very much lost..

She sighs

As she soothes

Her Baby's cries

A love like no other

Since becoming a mother

As she puts her baby

Down

Finally to sleep

She makes herself

A bath

And then something small to eat

She slips into the water

Its warmth so welcoming

And as she feels

The peace engulf her

She makes no sound

As she slips under

Her baby still sleeps soundly

Not a stir or a coo

If Only she knew

That she mattered to