18 April 2012
When I was born, my mother had,
A melancholy, 'twas very sad,
To look at me, She would cry,
Why me, oh why, oh why?
Post natal depression was the key,
She couldn't bare to look at me,
She left me outside a shop one day,
In a pram asleep I lay,
A lady looked into the pram, as ladies do,
And went away with depression too.
Opuss № I