I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MUM
she looked into the mirror that day
imagined what the world would see
‘my hair looks good, makeup’s okay
i hope it won’t smudge when i get free’
her boy awoke to go to school
his hair a bloody wreck
it takes hours till he thinks he’s cool
as for a kiss, a big one it was, not the usual peck
she looked into her boy’s puzzled eyes
and drew in a deep breath
‘he must know the truth, no bloody lies
about my untimely death’
she held him close and began to speak
a low, soothing voice
she felt her knees growing weak
as she told him of her choice
a tear streamed from his understanding eye
as they hugged each other and cried
the boy realized why mummy had to die
but inside he hoped she’d lied
she did no wrong and killed no one
but guilt consumed her soul
she understood her war was won
but not by the side that she controlled
the boy went to school like usual
but kept his distance from his peers
he thought they’d say he was a fool
and pound him with the usual jeers
the boy knew his life would never be the same
when he was walking home from school
on his street the police called his name
and he wondered why life had to be so cruel
his eyes lit up when he saw the ambulances
he held onto hope that she survived
he did not know the circumstances
under which his dear mummy had died
ten years later he still wonders why
his mum chose to let go
someday maybe when he himself dies
he hopes that he will know
The boy is me, and I’m older now
And still I wonder why mum had to die
My thoughts and tears go back for years
To my dear mummy’s last goodbye.
Please e-mail me if you are addicted to drugs and lost someone close to you. I need a friend…
Always Ill,
Shy