I look at your face pale and Gray you were alright before But not today? The sun didn't shine as it did before you were cold and dark Walking out the door! We did not fight as I recall you slept in my arms And looked so small. You were quietly resigned walking hand in hand till we got to the house Help me understand! What goes through your mind? When you stare into space at least let me in if this is the case Your eyes tell a story lost in your head fear is behind them When you come to bed! Whatever troubles you I need to know there's no time for guesswork Or perhaps I will go. Is it because of the baby? Don't you love our child? You used to be spontaneous Romantically wild. But now you cry for ages and cannot cope by day I listen to the Mothers And all they have to say. It is normal to feel low after the trauma you have had giving birth to our son wasn't easy In fact, it was sad. But that was seven months ago and still you freak out at him your patience at an all-time low Life is looking grim. We need to see a Doctor you cannot go on like this I cannot even come near you To give you a loving kiss. Darling you know I love you this is a partnership after all but to see you in this state of mind You're heading for a fall. With patience and consideration we will get through this quick councillors helping as well as the doc Will hopefully do the trick. Here we are five months passed you are bouncing and full of health our son is thriving and so are we Worth more to me than wealth.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.