Once upon a time when Mother read a nursery rhyme ,
Life was like a dream feeding free from the reflux crime .

But along came the thing that made babies cry and cling ,
While the Mothers role became the puppet on a string .

You know when you’re alive when post natal drives you wild
And feeding times are a frenzy with a reflux child .

When there’s no weight and no gain, there’s no way you’re to blame,
And all the baby ever does is scream out in pain .

All the sleep that you’ve missed as well as the bonding bliss,
My Mama never told me there would be days like this .

The cradle is rocking and it really is shocking,
When your baby can’t deposit the dread unblocking .

The spirit is able but the flesh is unable,
Tell the world that reflux is not a childhood fable.