Where’s dad?
Mums crying, quick the fish are biting. Postpartum thoughts.
I see. No support. No rapour.
Emotionally exhausted.
Tired mother. Unsupported. Is what I see.
He sees. Nagging. Annoying. Incompetence.
I see. Broken. pain. Tears.
He’s sees . Manipulation. Frustration. Aggression.
I see family portraits. Where’s dad?
He sees the end of an empty line. Feeding fish is where he’s at.
Not here with us. Drowning his fears in beer and bait. Maybe he will remember his fate.
Patiently waiting for dad to come home.
So mum might be able to have a break.
About the Creator
Muma JoJo
Poems from a deranged, sleep deprived muma. Trying to make sense of a world that seems to be falling through my fingers.
(Expressing thoughts in moments of dispair, it’s not always roses)
P.S I’m loving being a mum, I’m completely ok!
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Comments (1)
Nice revealing of thoughts!