Treasure your mother. X
Another poem dedicated to my late mum. X
If I’m daydreaming don’t worry
Please don’t call me dumb
I’m in a very special place
Back in the past with mum.
If you call and I don’t answer
Don’t think I’m rude you’ll find
I’m taking time to say goodbye
To the angel on my mind.
If you come across me weeping
And looking towards the sky
Wrap your arms around me
You need not ask why.
If some days I’m snappy
Remember I’m still your friend
Please understand I’m grieving
Trying to make my heart mend.
If you’re lucky enough to have a mother
Then you’d have no clue
Of the total devastation
That’s felt when she leaves you.
If your mum is poorly
Finding the hill hard to climb
The most precious gift you could give her
Is a few hours of your time.
If my mum was here with me
Hand on heart I say with pride
I’d nurse her morning noon and night
I wouldn’t leave her side.
God bless you darling mum
They say round one is sad
But it doesn’t get any easier
Round two is just as bad.
(2013)
