Good morning all
I hope you don't mind me stopping by to say hello . I am a berevaed mum (my son was 14mths old and d**d in 2001 of an acute asthma attack )
I was just looking at some old poems that I have and thought some of you might like this one . I think it is so true and I wish people who still had all their children would read this and learn .
Ask My Mum How She Is
My Mum, she tells a lot of lies, she never did before,
From now until the day she dies, she'll tell a whole lot more.
She used to tell the truth a lot, but now it doesn't matter,
I died and went to heaven, now her life is all a-shatter?d.
Ask my Mum how she is, and she'll say "oh yes, I'm fine!"
She wants to beg, "Please help me, ?cause I?ve lost that boy of mine".
Ask my Mum how she is, and she'll say, "oh I'm alright",
If that's the truth then tell me please, why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mum how she is, ?cause she seems to cope so well,
She didn't have a choice, you see, nor yet the strength to yell.
You think you know the feeling, but in fact this cannot be,
For even though you loved me, it was not as much as she.
She?ll smile and she will tell you, "It's OK, God has a plan?
But then she?ll turn away and cry, ?cause she can't understand.
You tell a joke, she giggles, but in fact she?s not OK,
She wants to share the joke with me, but it won?t be today.
I watch her here in Heaven, her distress disturbs my peace,
Will someone please take care of her, and thus take care of me?
"Some day you will feel better", "Yes, I will, one day", she lies,
She knows this will not happen until the day she dies.
Ask my Mum how she is and she'll say, "I?m doing good",
She cannot tell you how she feels - oh, how I wish she could.
Ask my Mum how she is: "I'm ok, I'm fine, I'm coping.?
For God's sake, Mum! just tell the truth and say your heart is broken.
Ask my Mum how she is: she?ll reply "I'm well, and you??
I'll shake my head in Heaven, ?cause it simply isn't true.
She'll love me all her life, just like I loved her all of mine,
She'll lie and try to hide the pain, pretending that she's fine.
Her carnival is over, she's stepped off the carousel,
But to save you feeling bad she'll say, "Yes thankyou, all is well".
My Mum, she's not gone mad quite yet, but oh, so very nearly,
Don't ask her how she's doing; ask her how she?s doing ...really.
I?m watching her from Heaven, and I cannot hug from here,
If she lies to you, don't listen, but please hug her, hold her near.
On the day we meet for ever we shall smile and I'll be bold:
"You're lucky to get in here, Mum, with all the lies you've told!!"
Love to all of you
xx