So sweet my baby mine to cuddle
No one besides me I’m left to struggle
Too quick the tears fell with no trigger
Each day the sorrows would grow bigger
It’s not baby blues it’s been ten weeks
Never thought my wound would start to leak
During pregnancy hormones rapidly increase
Once the baby is born they quickly decrease
No wonder the mood roller coasters for long
No mother really sings that lullaby song
Physical recovery is quick you refreshen
Mental healing drags women to depression
So sweet my baby mine to cuddle
Mommy loves you just in a muddle
By Chinelo Opara
Poetry
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