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Katrina McMullan


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."

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