Now it was just him and I.
The congratulations and baby blue wrapping paper had all been swept away.
I was just him and I.
Tiredness, restlessness, loneliness.
The humm of daytime television – the soundtrack to our days.
The snap of the letter box awakening me briefly ...
It was just him and I.
I was afraid of him.
I was afraid for him.
Worried that I would fail him.
Worried that he would be like me,
Now that it was just him and I.
Sensitive to the well-meaning smiles.
No one to listen. No one for company.
Paralysed in the fog that came over me like a wave.
Drowning, it was just him and I.
"Hello, I am a 35 year old working mum living in Belfast. I work full time and the majority of my work involves local community engagement. I have a son aged 9 and a daughter aged 3. I have experienced post-natal depression which I have written about in my poem. I love art and miss the cinema. This is the first poem I have written as an adult."