The Poem

October 22, 2013 by amonsteratemymum 2 Comments

For those of you who have just discovered my book or my blog, here is the poem that inspired everything…

A Monster Ate My Mum

A young boy wandered far and wide.
No one walking by his side.
His mum seemed lost, not the mum he knew.
Would someone know just what to do?

She’d not been like herself at all.
Crying lots and feeling small.
Not wanting to go out, get dressed.
Feeling trapped and like a mess.

A monster must have gobbled her up.
Made her sad and feel unloved.
A monster must have eaten her joy.
“I’ll go and find it,” said the brave young boy.

He found a monster big and tall.
A grumpy monster with no friends at all.
A monster that ate smiles and joy.
‘Did he eat my mum?’ thought the brave young boy.

“Excuse me, but have you eaten my mum?
I want her back I want some fun.
I want to see her smile, my mum.
Is she in your big, round tum?”

“No she’s not here I just ate her smile.
I’ll give it back after a while.
I’m sorry, I was hungry you see.
I don’t know where your mum could be.”

So the little boy wandered on.
Knowing where his mum’s smile had gone.
He found another scary beast,
And wondered if he’d had a feast.

“Excuse me, but have you eaten my mum?
I want her back I want some fun.
I want to see her smile my mum.
Is she in your big, round tum?”

“No I just ate something that made her cry.
She won’t know how, she won’t know why.
I’m sorry, I was hungry you see.
I don’t know where your mum could be.”

He wondered on and soon he knew.
That it wasn’t his fault, nothing he could do.
The monsters had eaten what made her happy.
It wasn’t him who made her snappy.

He carried on walking along the path.
Wondering who had eaten her laugh.
He saw a monster asleep on his tum.
Was he the one who had eaten his mum?

“Excuse me, but have you eaten my mum?
I want her back I want some fun.
I want to see her smile, my mum.
Is she in your big round tum?”

“No I just ate something that took her spark.
She can have it back, not feel in the dark.
I’m sorry, I was hungry you see.
I don’t know where your mum could be.”

All of these monsters had had their fill.
They had each been what had made his mum ill.
He wanted a cure to make her well.
He wanted to help her out of this spell.

He found a wise monster among the trees.
“Could you help me and my mum please?
She’s not been happy, she sleeps all day.
Can you help in any way?”

The monster turned and said to the boy,
“Those monsters will return her joy.
The monsters will return your mum.
She will be back you will have fun.”

“Time is what you need my friend.
Love and kisses and cuddles send.
It won’t be bad like this forever.
She can and will one day get better.”

So the brave young boy walked home and knew.
He would be patient, see this through.
He’d rest his head upon her tum.
Hoped no more monsters would eat his mum.

Soon I hope to add a page all about me and my experiences with both pre and post natal depression, and a page all about my amazing illustrator.

Thank you for reading x