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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2208729
A funeral eulogy

My Mother

Naked hungry and forlorn,
It was by you that I was born.
Without pause you put me to your breast,
And from that moment on you gave to me the best.
In those days, fathers at births were not allowed at all,
So dad did what he did best, he repainted the front room wall.
You took me through my early steps, you taught me how to walk,
Then you turned and cursed the world, and taught me how to talk.
Though money was short, dad worked hard to bring food into the house,
In the kitchen your miracles could feed a king, with rations for a mouse.
You cleaned my cuts when I fell down, dried my eyes when tears flowed,
How could I pay you back I asked,
"Why?" you said, "there's nothing owed?"
We had some fun, some laughter we had good times we had strife,
But above all the trauma, you gave us both a full and rounded life.
But as I lay you down to rest, I ask is there heaven or hell?
You now know by now, but those you leave, can never tell.
If there is a heaven then best tell God to be prepared,
Mum will take the Angel's robes in to be repaired.
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