When our Father left,
It caused despair,
We felt bereft,
He wasn't there.
He hadn't died,
He went with another,
Our Mother tried,
Her grief to smother.
Five small boys,
Who'd no understanding,
Filled with poise,
Yet so demanding.
She could have walked,
Being so afraid,
Though her life was rocked,
With us she stayed.
She chased and harried,
To keep us fed,
Our burden she carried,
While looking ahead.
We heard her cry,
While all alone,
On her we'd rely,
She'd never moan.
Despite the stress,
She gave us hope,
Out of the mess,
Mum helped us cope.
While still here,
We'd shout out loud,
Have no fear,
You did us proud.
We turned out well,
Of good behaviour,
Despite her Hell,
‘' Mum Was Our Saviour ‘'
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