November 8, 2015

 

 

Show me a tissue

Soaked in tears

From a grief stricken Mum

Who realised her fears.

 

She felt on the day

Her son left with his pack

He was gone forever

and wouldn’t be back.

 

Intuition had told her

Not to let her son go

But he was living his dream

His face had a glow.

 

Inside, her heart ached

As only a mother’s can

His dad said ‘Be proud,

He’ll come back a man.

 

Brave though he was,

And courageous and strong

She soon got the call

That proved her right all along.

 

Alas, no-one listened.

Now she cannot speak

As she mops up the tears

That fall to her cheek.

 

 

 

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