SORROWS OF MOTHERHOOD
Its night
He’s asleep snoring
Asleep in a drunken stupor
He is my husband
And I his wife
And I lie awake
On our bed
Motionless
My body aching for his touch
My mind full of memories
Memories of the love we…
We shared
But is it my fault?
Is it my fault that I gave birth to our four lovely children?
Is it my fault that my body ages from the chores of motherhood?
Why should our bundles of joy burden my heart with sorrow?
My dear husband
Remember…
Many a bed wet from lewd dreams
Remember that I was once the beauty that held you spellbound
Remember that am mother of your children
Our four children have taken their toil
So wake up
Wake up and face
The reality of nature
Wake up and make me woman again