I loved you from the very start,
Even when you did a shart,
Our life together has just begun,
You have a REALLY stinky bum.
As mother with child, each day I grew,
And I’d always need the bloody loo,
I’d daydream of the things we’d share,
Like late-night screaming and you pulling my hair.
Like temper tantrums and constant whinges,
And trapping your finger in the hinges.
I thought of things you’d want to know,
Like how on earth do babies grow.
I thought of lessons I’d need to share,
Will you please stop pulling my fucking hair?
When I first saw your precious face,
I was rather high on the drugs they gave.
I thanked the angels from above,
And promised the nurses unending love.
Each night I lay you down to sleep,
And then I have a little weep,
It’s ok, it’s going to be fine;
Hallelujah, it’s time for wine.
I linger at your bedroom door,
Avoiding the boards that will creak the floor.
Through misty eyes, I dim the light,
At last it’s time to say goodnight.
I loved you from the very start,
You stole my breath, tore me apart.
As mother and child it has been fun,
I love you really, little one.