This is absolutely true. Life can be more fun than fiction.
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,
I just took TOO MUCH LAXATIVE!
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
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Written on 2009-04-05 at 16:36
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The Overdose -From the family annals No 1
The Overdose - A True Life StoryThe 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,
I just took TOO MUCH LAXATIVE!
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
Read 777 times
Written on 2009-04-05 at 16:36
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