This is absolutely true. Life can be more fun than fiction.

The Overdose -From the family annals No 1

The Overdose - A True Life Story

The day had started bright and clear,
It was the warmest time of year,
The holidays had just begun,
I heard the children having fun,

When someone knocked upon the door –
The police - what would they come here for?
Someone, I heard, had raised the alarm,
they thought that Mum had come to harm.

The Policewoman said `we can't be sure –
But it seems that at your mother's door
The neighbour rang, with no reply,
We need to find the reason why.’

At this my heart began to pound –
What was it that the neighbour found?
And then they came back to my mind,
Our last words, which were so unkind.

I knew it just could not be right
That such a silly little fight
Could escalate to outright war –
How could I let it go so far?

I thought about the tears I'd brought her.
I was not such a brilliant daughter.
And as we set off on our way,
sheer panic took my breath away.

While my pulse throbbed in my head,
I thought of things I'd left unsaid.
(I'm sorry, Mum, I caused you pain
And wish we could just start again.)

I thought that it might be too late –
I was in such a desperate state,
Then, while the key turned in the lock
I braced myself against the shock

We looked into the open door –
Would she be slumped upon the floor?
I looked inside - to my surprise,
She stood right there before my eyes!

I must say that she looked quite shy,
And it crossed my mind to wonder why.
The PC said `there was concern
That you had had a funny turn.'

Mum said, `I felt bad, I'll admit,
But now I'm feeling fighting fit.'
The Constable: `If you're OK,
I'd best be getting on my way.'

I looked at Mum with such relief!
She said, `I'm sorry that I caused you grief:
I didn't mean to scare you so,
I've been quite silly, that I know.

I took a little overdose'
`OH, NO!' I cried, and hugged her close.
She said, `oh, dear, no need to fear –
I think you've got the wrong idea.

I haven't lost the will to live,
And as for when the neighbour came,
I heard him knock and call my name,

I heard the bell - what could I do?
I couldn't get up from the loo!'
At that we stood and hugged each other!
I was glad that I still had my mother!

We laughed, and laughed, till we were weak.
We laughed till tears rolled down our cheeks!
And NEVER will it be forgot
When Mum OD'd - on Senokot.

© 2004 Marie E Cadavieco

Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-05 at 16:36

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Rob Graber
Enjoyed this story!

As of old fashioned ketchup in a bottle,
'Twas said: First none'll come, and then a lot'll!

(Plutonic Sonnets, CXLVIII)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
This is one good poem , had me yes tear building up , then my sad ters turnd to tears of laughter, thank you.

Ken ( D Williams _

Ah what a wonderful ending to a story with such a terrible title :-) Thanks for sharing it on the bay - priceless! :-D