Post Natal Depression

A small squashed nose, ten fingers, ten toes
Eyes of blue... Why don't I love you?

I look but don't see, yet you recognise me
Baby, I'm blue...I don't know you 

Touch but can't feel, emotions don't heal
Baby your new.. How will I get through?

I watch as you  gaze, felt empty for days
Stuck in this void, you I avoid

You're quiet and still, maybe you're ill
Pick you up? 
I will...
I will...

You root for my  breast, mouth firmly pressed.
Little boy blue...
Do I know you?
                 
                       *****

A small squashed nose, ten fingers and toes.
Eyes of blue...
I Love You