Carer's Lament.
I'm caring for mum, she is losing her mind.(I never liked her much, but I try to be kind.)
"Is it Friday today? Is it Wednesday tomorrow?"
These questions drive me to so much sorrow...
Born in the twenties, worked for the second world war,
(although all her uncles were killed in the one before.)
She married my dad, was a mum hard and cruel,
but she always made breakfast and sent us to school.
Arriving home at 4, there was always tea ready,
our lives were quite scarey, but somehow quite steady.
Obsessed with herself, and what next-door would think,
to madness she drove me right to the brink.
But now she is old, and deserves all the best.
As daughter, I am really put to the test.
Although she is old now, she can be unkind,
she tortures my soul, and ruins my mind.
My Father is gone now, he was one of the best,
I am glad he is now in Eternal Rest.
He gave all his life to his kids and his wife,
she is left here to wish she had Eternal Life.
And I am here too, his last wish to fulfill,
"Look after your mother, my life's love, my Dil."
His last words were those, (badly chose,)
his hands and his face, with my life will close.
I know those words that ring in my brain,
I hear them repeated again and again....
"they fuck you up, your mum and dad,
they do not mean to, but they do.
They give you all the faults they had,
then add some extra, just for you.*"
Forever in my heart my dad will live,
his whole life, he did naught but give.
His wife's still here, my mother I know,
I wish she'd die and let me grow.
*The first words of a poem, "They Fuck you up, Your mum and dad.) I can't recall the poet.
Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2007-04-04 at 23:43
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