P P D

There was a young woman
Who had children two
She had post pardum depression
And didn't know what to do
She loved the two so dear
She felt so badly
That she softed wanted to cry
She felt so sadly
Her mood swings went
from sad to happy
She was willing to get help
Sleep even, gladly
Her honey was sweet
He helped much of the time
Not to appreciate his kindess and understanding
Would be a crime
Still awaiting the doctor's
"What to do" and say
"I will do what I may"
She said
"To change the way
I feel today"