I gave birth last night,
And he walked away…
It was frightening.
Something just didn’t seem right,
A hug,
would have been quite nice.
Some comfort.
Congratulations!
I thought a birth,
was a celebration!
No bouquet for a
birthday,
No balloon by a
bedside.
Hes young and he’s
scared,
I’m young
unprepared,
scrap the bumper stickers,
‘baby on board’,
don’t forget to cut the cord…
it didn’t seem right for sometime,
a baby,
a child of mine?
just wanted his families blessing,
whilst I’m sat in NHS bedding,
No bouquet for a
birthday,
and no
cake
to
celebrate,
heart ache
in the morning,
a family is waiting to draw me in.
