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my mum



She held out her hand n said come sit here
Lets have a chat "would you like a beer"?
A problem shared is a problem halved
I said im fine dont be so daft!
How did she know what was hiding inside

When i said im fine.. she knew i lied
I sat like a book as she read each page
Some pages raw... causing me to rage
But as she kept talking i fixed on her face
N in my mouth was a peculiar taste!
she said........

" that taste in your mouth is pain leaving your soul
dont swallow it down... spit into this bowl
its like dirt in the blood... it has to be cleaned
its come from people who've been so mean
dont fight it no more, free your mind of pollution
you dont need new year to make a new resolution
each new day is your gift to walk a new path
n before you say it, no im not being daft!
the reflection i see is a younger me
so smile my girl n set yourself free"....

Never did i think these words would come
n here i am sat with the expert.... my mum
so i take her hand n say this right back.....
" from this day on we make a pack
ill change the reflection while i still have time
make use of my talent where i can rhyme
but if im like you when i get to your age
ill be so happy cuz your not afraid
your my one true person who's never judged
sincere love n hope in everyone of your hugs
every one of your words has given me the strength
that is so true, make no mistake".....

My mum, my guide, my strength... my all
i thankyou so much for not letting me fall xx
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