Poem - Ask My Mum How She Is
My Mum, she tells a lot of lies, she never did before But from now until she dies, She’ll tell a whole lot more. Ask my Mum how she is, And because she can’t explain, She will tell a little lie because she can’t describe the pain.   Ask my Mum how she is, She’ll say “I’m alright.” If that is the truth, then tell me, Why does she cry each night? Ask my Mum how she is She seems to cope so well, She didn’t have a choice you see, Nor the strength to yell. Ask my Mum how she is, “I’m fine, I’m well, I’m coping.” For God’s sake Mum, Just tell the truth, Just say your heart is broken.
She’ll love me all her life I loved her all of mine. But if you ask her how she is, She’ll lie and say she’s fine. I am here in Heaven I cannot hug her from here. If she lies to you don’t listen Hug her and hold her near. On the day we meet again, We’ll smile and I’ll be bold. I’ll say, “You’re lucky to get in here, Mum, With all the lies you told!” Author: Joanne Burr
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12 Sept 2017
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