A poem

Warning a poem i wrote a while ago. Some feelings there so dont read if you are easily upset.



How hard is it to be a mum?

How hard is it to be a mum?

Crying, teething and smelly bum

How hard is it when they fail

dont pass their sogs test

and they're labelled slower than the rest

Yet you're trying your best!


How hard is it when you just want to scream

to cry,

to curl up in a ball exhail your last breath

and die.


How hard is it to forgive

those who really dont fully understand

but label her hard work and you've too much in your hands


How hard is it when you are so sad

and crying non stop

empty and hollow to the core

when you just want to yell "No flippin more!


How hard is it when the laundry so new

has been kicked round the floor

for the 90th time

and thats before its met the dryer, radiator or washing line

How much does it hurt to be labelled dirty child

yet trying to clean it all up constantly has driven you wild

you've washed and scrubbed till your hands are sore

whilst fantasising about walking out the door

And never coming back any more,


your marriage is in tatters

your lover? your best friend? i dont know anymore

My energy is gone, happiness sunk to the floor?


If i went missing would they care?

my whole life in front of them now laid bare.

"see i told you so!" they would say

"Mentally unstable in a big way"


Do i stay or do i go?

Will my image end up on the local news show?

If i died would they cry? feel any guilt? or wonder why?

And now they are saying my other blessings were also so bad

Ive tried my best, read every book i had.



So how hard is it to be a mummy

i ask myself every day,

i love my kids, but should i stay?

walk another dragging mile in these shoes

as they once again hammer down my throat, their rules



So how hard is it to be a mummy?

Harder than crawling backwards a hundred yards,

...... a mile

But gotta keep on fighting for just one more magical, innocent smile! :)