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Birth of a Young Mother

At your first bleating cry I became what I am, A Mother. Delivered to my child, exhausted, bloody and terrified. The power in your tiny form forever sabotaged my life to a collision of duty and desire. The umbilical cord binding me an unwilling participant in the universal myth the power behind, the hidden force, the most potent influence.

I pitched my tent then with all the other enthused and wide-eyed mothers And carved a course…hoping I might happen on the definitive manual and avoid the deadly spray...of unworthy, irresponsible, bad careless mother and yet survive myself My life, evolving in overwhelming modes of sacrifice, while trying to actualize.

Two decades of my life and more, I ducked and dived the jibes of judgmental family, critical society, a daughter’s expectations…. A long lonely haul... I’ve served my time; I did my best to qualify as mother. Before you judge me destroy the myth.


BIO


Carmel Rooney is a retired university lecturer, (TUdublin) living in Dublin, Ireland. She originally trained and worked as an actress. She writes drama, some poetry and the odd article. Published in Riposte, a monthly poetry broadsheet in Dublin.


Articles published in U Magazine and Ireland’s Own and a tiny play, ‘Super Heroes', in online Journal Pendemic.


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