My Mummy

I want to cuddle my Mummy
I want to tell her 
To be strong

The big c is in residence
It has been idling
Now it seems for too long

It has decided
To make itself known
Say what it plans to do

I will explain this now
You won't have the final say
Not everything revolves around you

You see life goes on
Even if you are the big c
You will not reign

My Mummy will continue
To fight you
You have nothing to gain

Why do you do this
Why insert yourself
So securely into their skin

You're a parasite
On life's lovely journey
But you won't take everything

Who ever created you
Should take a step back
And see

That you will not 
You will not
Take my Mummy from me..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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May 30, 2009 at 2:49 PM
The dreaded big c, my father passed away with it when i was 15, so long ago, nice write, James
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