By Gayatri LK
She sat in the bed across from me, smiling wearily.
Dressed in white, and sans ornaments,
Dishevelled hair and a sorry look.
‘The bundle of joy’ lay beside her, wrapped in warm layers,
Sleeping innocently.. unaware of the tumult the mother had been through.
I reminisced about my days of partumhood.
Somehow I felt, I wasn’t prepared..
Not fit for motherhood, in mind and body.
I couldn’t explain what I wanted,
I just wanted to be left alone, and at peace.
My bundle of joy wasn’t so joyous, always..
The bruised moments of feeding pain,
The laborious tasks of bathing and feeding.
The most unwelcome visitors, who landed in flocks.
I remember I had moments of worry-
Of ever becoming normal, or returning to a carefree life.
Yes, I’m a survivor.
A good mother too, sans guilt.
I empathise with you,
O! sister who sits forlorn-
Know that you shall too return to a life of normalcy.
The unwieldy hormones shall soon be at peace.
You shall have your days of starlit nights
And loved moments by the sea.
Perfectly portrayed postpartum emotions.