Poetry

Priorities

Will you remember
The crumbs on the kitchen floor
Or the hugs I gave?

Sometimes I wish that
I was a better mother
Am I good enough?

For the first 12 weeks
Just keep your baby alive
And try to stay sane

Cleaning up vomit
Makes me feel like a real mum
All part of the job

Things I’d forgotten
Vomit, poo, sleep and self doubt
I remember now

For the first six weeks
The goal is just survival
For our family

I shouldn’t make plans
For what I’ll do when you sleep
It’s just fantasy