'' Mum And Dad '' Poem by Bri Mar

I cannot comprehend,
I'm nearing the end,
But inside there's a presence I feel,
My body I know they can no longer mend,
Yet my joy I just cannot conceal.

Family though sincere,
Say my head isn't clear,
They're blaming the medication,
They can't understand the reason I'm here,
How can I be filled with elation?

While in discussion,
There's a repercussion,
Who I'm talking too they can't understand,
Yes it is a full blown discussion,
They're there every second on demand.

Who they ask?
As they take me to task,
I tell them their time will come,
My secret friends I refuse to unmask,
Let's just say they're a chum.

They're not overjoyed,
In fact they're annoyed,
Of my surroundings I'm fully aware,
Now they're saying I'm paranoid,
He needs to be put into care.

But I remain cool,
I don't suffer the fool,
My secret I refuse to reveal,
He is perfectly sane the doctors rule,
That's exactly the way I now feel.

They ask is it god,
I say no, they think, odd?
Who else could have this effect,
Now even they are feeling overawed,
Once they have time to reflect.

I say please don't grieve,
You have got to believe,
Those I've spoken to say don't be sad,
Please tell us they beg before you leave,
I divulge to them,
It's my,

‘' Mum And Dad ‘'