A child gives birth to a mother
And a mother was born
She was amateur and callow
Her life seemed a bit hollow

Vulnerable to the dreaded postpartum
Luck turned her into a spartan
Fear of being clumsy and confused
She perpetually felt abused

She didn’t know what to do
With this bundle she just delivered
Who seems so selfish crying and howling
Even as she quietly quivered

Found no love for this being and no bond
She only waited for a magic wand
So she took each day as it came
Alone battling this game

And with no help around
Dopamine was nowhere to be found
Days turned into weeks
And weeks into months

She hit a all time low
But had no time to slow
It dawned on her, one fine day
It’s not easy being a mom

Dripping and smelling of lactose
And no time to comb
She walked around like a milking cow
In her XXL maternity gown

Then a transformation came slowly
When postpartum said goodbye
She learnt to make time for herself
Made herself some pie

She got better as the days passed
By stealing time in between
To make herself a cup of chai
I hope that’s not called mean

Learning new things each day
She was now on her own
This bundle became her prized possession
Oh this soul she had known

His angelic smile, his babbling and his cheer
Melted her like a candle
She was now on top gear

A day came when she patiently watched him in sleep
The bond grew deeper and stronger
But why did she weep ?
Guess her feelings were now truly deep

A mother was born with feelings so pure
Now she is not just a mother
But a nurturer to cure
She longed to hold him and cuddle

As he learnt new things each day
Adding feathers to his cap
He will be a big boy one day!
Now she is a pro and an experienced mom

Before she knew it, the second one came along
She’s truly out numbered
As now they are three! !
Not a moment for her

Will she Ever be free?!?
Her eldest being a quadragenarian
This one’s a tough nut

But he loves her deeply
There are no ifs and buts
Three men in her life now
Keeping her on her toes
Can’t imagine her life without them
Like a Phoenix , she rose !

I have to leave this unfinished here ..
And come back some other day
To tell you more stories
Of her nights and her days…!


 – Preeti S Manaktala 

A Montessorian with a dream of opening a school which would nurtures young minds. A mother who believes in creating good memories for her children. A writer who is on a beautiful unknown path to write some heart felt stuff. A learner and a seeker always. Life in itself is a beautiful poem.

Writing makes me happy and gives my thoughts a voice. Taking small steps towards something very wonderful and beautiful ahead. 

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