Mum's Prison

My mum is dying, day by day. There's nothing, but pain ahead. The anger, the sorrow, the tears that say, I wish she'd never be dead. This thing, that's inside her, eating her life, It doesn't give a damn. For, it will never go hungry, day or night, As long as she, is on this land. She's fighting this thing, with all her might. The strength, that comes from within. It will not end, until the end is in sight, And she's finally forced, to give in. Why is this happening, to mum, of all people? Goes round and round, in my mind. If only we'd known sooner, of this thing so lethal. Is an answer, we will never find. Now is the time, for us to be strong. We all have to stick together. Our hearts will be full, of memories so long, That will stay with us...forever. R . I . P © 1991