Drip drip the rain gently falls she looks out on the empty streets lined with ugly walls. Five minutes peace this may be all she’ll get the baby is asleep and he’s not crying yet.
Long lonely hours why is life so cruel, she even now regrets all the hours she wasted avoiding school. Her boyfriend does not care for her even less for the boy they argue every evening so short lived was their joy.
She had just been fifteen he had been the same they felt so clever and grown up it was like a game.
He could of gone to Uni that’s what everybody said but they wanted to get married, soon all their dreams were dead. He worked with a plumber but apprentices’ pays not much the money hardly met their needs and with all her friends she lost touch.
Every day was lonely everyday the same a round of washing, feeding, sleeping inside a nagging pain. Yes she loved her baby she did her very best but he never slept at night so neither she or her boyfriend ever got any rest.
He got up and left early and “deserved” an evening drink with his mates while she washed the nappies and put away the plates.They always seemed to argue they soon began to fight and many, many was the time she cried herself to sleep alone at night.
Then one day she saw a persistent butterfly, outside of her window fluttering by and by. She watched it for hours as it a dance it did fly she was so wound up in this she did not hear her baby cry. Tears fell freely from her dull and tired eyes she could not help herself as she opened up the window and stepped outside to fly.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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22 thoughts on “Teenage Mum”
Very sad and so often too true.
My neice fell pregnant at 16 because a doctor prescribed her some medication and didn’t tell her that it would stop her Pill from working. The father did a runner, but fortunately my sister is brilliant and supported my neice throughout. Her son was so premature that he had to spend time on a ventilator, but he’s a gorgeous healthy toddler now – and my neice met someone new, they were allocated a house together and they have a daughter of their own with plans to marry.
I, too, have been a young single mother (through divorce) and I remember those times of loneliness and depression. I though my life was over.
Rose I know that you have had hard times and had to struggle until recently (so to speak) when you met D. I am so pleased for your niece and I hope she will go from strength to strength.
I, though married, had to spend long periods alone with the baby in a remote house like you I felt my life was at an end. We do not all survive. I sometimes wonder if the young girls of today see a baby in a pushchair as a status symbol with no idea of the changes and sacrifices that you have when a young baby is in your care. If this poem makes one young girl stop and think or someone who can help, help! ‘
I’ve Tweeted it, saying that teenage mums need our support and not society’s disdain. Many of those young girls – my neice included – become pregnant through no fault of their own (lack of education, lack of information concerning a medical issue… I could go on). My sister is one of the few who chose to become a mother at 16 – and she was born for the role, I have to say – and this meant that, when my niece discovered her unplanned pregnancy, she wasn’t afraid to tell her Mum. No girl should be afraid to tell their family because these things happen.
I agree no girl or boy for that matter should ever be afraid to tell their parents that they are pregnant or any other problem. Sadly they usually are.Thank you for tweeting the need for people to help and not ostracise them. There are so many things wrong in the world these days we should not make more!
So real, and i like the imagery you present!
The last paragraph was my favorite because it held so many emotions, like the grief of death but happiness for freedom
Yes happiness and escape for a poor child for that is what a lot of these young girls are. II can remember feeling trapped and frightened and just wanting to run and never look back. I was married, twenty ( just ) and here I was alone my husband working away and no one to talk too. I survived and all that is many many years ago. Some of these young girls do not survive……….
it’s a good thing your will power is strong! This issue needs to be addressed more often to help save more lives. *sigh*
Sadly it is easier to sweep it under the carpet!
If only the right ways were as easy!
Yes if only, but then of course we would not be talking here?
honestly i blame the community for all the teenage moms out there….
Yes everything is about sex, films, TV,books music and videos they have to be slim they have to be sexy! Then they are plonked in a flat somewhere with no contact with family. Mind you some of them are better off without their family…. what a world!
And after all this, they say freedom of speech
I think the world has gone mad! It seems every one for themselves ..what happened helping hands and love they brother!!sister or kid!
Your thoughtful and compassionate words are so needed in our world. Thank you…
It is so hard to be a young mum especially if it is not planned my heart goes out to anyone in need of help or just company.
I agree- one word, one kind gesture makes all of the difference!!!
Yes but so often it is just not given.
Painful, beautiful, accurate.
Yes life can be very harsh and most of these young mums have no idea of what they are getting in to. Thank you for caring .
One mistake many new moms tend to make is trying to accomplish everything at once. As soon as the baby goes down for her nap, mom starts laundry, cleaning house and starting dinner. Being supermom is going to result in you becoming extremely tired and running out of stamina quite quickly. This will leave you with nothing left to give the rest of your family at the end of the day.
You are so right, having been there and done that myself I feel sure from your reply that you have been there too. I am never sure when I see a business address in comments but you have so much of sense to say I felt your comment needed to be aired.
There is a lot of pressure on young mums to deliver and when they are young teenagers heads full of fairytale endings it can be a harsh awakening.