What Are We Going To Do With Mum
A phone call at night from someone in tears.
It is my sister I ain’t seen for years.
We’ve got a problem we hoped wouldn’t come,
so what are we going, to do with Mum?
Around a table the facts were laid down,
Mum can no longer cope with no one around,
then a cold hearted answer is given to me,
like following ‘Judas’ and that shouldn’t be.
So what are we going to do with Mum?
She’s got so old and now has become,
a burden to all, and a nuisance to some,
so what are we going, to do with Mum?
Many agendas, were put to the fore,
without a minute for Mum any more.
Time is too precious; it takes up the week,
so I took the floor, asking to speak.
Remember the love she gave when we fell.
Remember who listened with something to tell.
Remember whose loyalty never would bend.
Remember the days when we needed a friend.
So what are we going to do with Mum?
She’s got so old and now has become,
a burden to all, and a nuisance to some,
so what are we going, to do with Mum?
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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