The True Story of a Loved One
It was on Friday night I got the call
Well a message on the phone so small
It said, John, its Al, bad news, call back
It's Mary and the news is black
Now, Alan is my brother in law
I called him back at half past four
It's Mary, he said, I was taken aback
She's had a massive heart attack
They rushed her to the hospital block
But she died just after two o'clock
So that's how I got the word
My big sister passing to the lord
Brutal, sudden, gone like that
We all rushed round to Alan's flat
No one tried to say a thing
The air was still, the eyes did sting
Words would not come, they never do
When someone goes, its kinda blue
Her daughters wept, as did her son
Hard for them, their mother gone
Mary was my eldest sister, Mary was my mother too
Mary commandeered respect, she would do her all for you
For thirty years she nursed the weak
If you needed help, it's her you seek
For thirty years she helped and cared
Those with illness, those impaired
Even in her teenage days, she was a Butlin's redcoat, on the stage
Bringing joy to a holiday camp
The kids all said she was the champ
God bless you Mary, they threw your mould
I hope your cloud is made of gold
You were more than a big sister to me
I was a branch but you was the tree
RIP
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