by Eve Fasham

Created on: July 13, 2008

It's been five months from receiving the call, to say you had slipped away,
We'd only left your side an hour before to break the day,
Rushing straight back, even though you were gone, you were lying so peaceful and still,
I tried so hard to shut out the truth; I fought with all my will.

Reality came, as you didn't stir, the day I had dreaded was here,
Now it was time to overcome the feeling I'd had of fear,

A week before you had taken a turn' and back to your childhood you went,
The doctors had said, you wouldn't live, and now I knew what they had meant.

Each day we came, while you struggled with life, battling on so strong,
Holding your hand and willing you on, to prove the doctors wrong,
Another turn came and then more after that, until you were suffering so,
We knew at this point that you really didn't have that much longer to go.

A week passed by, before the day, did you ever know we were there,
Moisturising your dry, cracked skin, and brushing your head of hair,
Chatting away to you all of the day, as we hid our knowledge inside,
Your daughters together and one on the phone, until the day that you died.

It's now five months on and the hurt is still strong, it's your birthday, the 10th of July,
We're going to where you were born again, and in the wind you shall fly,
Scatter your ashes and set you free, celebrate for you in style,
To honour your final wishes, we will go that extra mile.

We'll try to smile and make it special, despite what has to be done,
And never will we ever forget, our one and only Mum,
Tears may come, but we'll push them away, and try not to feel too sad,
As we celebrate your special day, and send you to your Dad

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