Mummy's Little Angel
Mummy’s Little Angel
Her cherub face was etched in pain, a single tear slid down her cheek
Mummy’s angel was fading away; her little body was so frail and weak
The doctors and nurses tried to heal her; to make her big and strong
But mummy knew her child was dying & that the end would not be long
Though the test results were all inconclusive and the illness still undefined
Mummy kept thanking the hospital staff for being so considerate & kind
She watched her daughters’ weight plummet until she was mere skin & bone
She tried to get her to eat some food but each mouthful just made her moan
When all hope seemed lost & it seemed inevitable that death was very near
One doctor decided to investigate more and soon things became more clear
Mummy’s angel was sipping homemade soup when the detective came
He took the spoon from mummy’s hand & so ignited an accusers flame
The accuser stood in the corner, a doctor with a suspicion that she had shared
That a mother was killing her daughter, so she could show how much she cared
Mummy’s little angel was sleeping when the policemen took her only parent away
She didn’t know that mummy had made her ill, or the price she’d be willing to pay
Mummy’s little angel grew stronger and emerged healthy from her living hell
And now poor mummy is pleading her innocence from her lonely prison cell ……
(2004)
Oh how the mind can distort the truth............
