I am not a momma to be held with contempt. I think I am exempt
From such animosity because there is no one, surely no one
Who can hate me as much as me
Such a belittling feeling and yet so deserved
For who else can ignore such a girl
One with a smile so sweetly filled with love
Who else would dare turn away from her hugs
Crying cause their skin is burning
Sleeping well into midmorning
Could you do it and still hold yourself on high
Or would you feel as I do? Despair beside a happy child
Making up excuses to stay a while
Could you really believe yourself worthy of praise
When not a day goes by that doesn’t end in a haze
This is what it is like to parent with depression
To parent in a borderline state of obsession
This desire to leave sticks to the bones
Yet, I know, I truly know, that this small child is home
Honestly_ what a terrible poem