Out of all my post birth visitors, you were the worst,
I should have been so happy that I was close to burst.
But instead, you kept taking me in a cold embrace,
but the coward you are, wouldn’t reveal your ugly face.
I had to go weeks without knowing who exactly you were,
by then I’d lost precious time with the baby I’d just birthed.
Luckily I recognised you, from the leaflets and books,
before you got your claws in and my life I nearly took.
You’ve taken many a mother, baby and child,
I wouldn’t allow you to take mine, my mother instincts were wild.
I fought you and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done,
but im glad I got through it for me, my husband and sons.
You will never be welcome at my door again,
I will write about you, I’ll warn others so they don’t go through the same.
Post Natal Depression you really are a horrible illness,
But you can be defeated, and families can get back to their business.
I hope in many years to come everyone will see you walking to a mothers home,
and we’ll be ready and waiting For you, to the curb you will be thrown.