I’m out-of-town this week on vacation so have chosen to share a poem this Wednesday that always makes me cry. Buckets of tears, actually, no matter how far I feel I’ve progressed in my healing. That said, do yourself a favor…go grab some tissues…♥
My Mom, she tells a lot of lies. She never did before.
But from now on until she dies, she’ll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mom how she is, and because she can’t explain,
she will tell a little lie because she can’t describe the pain.
Ask my Mom how she is, she’ll say that she’s alright.
If that’s the truth, then tell me, why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mom how she is, she seems to cope so well,
She doesn’t have a choice, you see, nor the strength enough to yell.
Ask my Mom how she is, “I’m fine, I’m well, I’m coping.”
For God’s sake, Mom, just tell the truth. Just say your heart is broken.
She will love me all her life. I sure loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is, she’ll lie and say she’s fine.
I am here in Heaven, I cannot hug her from here.
If she lies to you, don’t listen. Hug her, and hold her near.
On the day we meet again, we’ll smile and I’ll be bold.
I’ll say, “You’re lucky you got in here Mom, with all the lies you told!”
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