(with motherhood in mind. Written during lockdown)
On my way back from nursery Swinging your lamby in the air I walked past a woman And I tried not to stare At her young baby Being pushed in a pram While the woman Chatted to her friend About making fruit puree And painful breastfeeding And sleepless nights And I was transported back To our flat In those early months With you And it made me think… 'I remember when I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space And when you're out there without care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Possibly...' And so the lyrics continue in my head Summing up some of the early days of Motherhood You being out there without a Care, just being there While my mind free flowed As the hours went by In a haze And I was out of touch with reality For days And fruit puree is no longer in my Everyday vocabulary Sadly sleepless nights are Which continue to Make me crazy. Will they ever end Possibly...
little voices 