Our Mum Poem by George Melling

(I wrote this poem whilst sending mi thoughts to three of mi friends who'd lost their mum…. and I hope the words can be a comfort to those of us who loved our mum but can no longer tell her.)


Three of mi mates,
their mum,
she's passed on,

and they know
with full age,
this icon,

strength and support,
their lifeblood,
who dressed their wounds,

soothed those tears,
clothed and fed,
illness kept
immune,

or cold compress
their fevered brows
gently bathed,

and they know
their mum,
who swathed

her love
around them
without limit,

her credo,
her daily mantra,
her remit,

a mother,
a support,
always there,

except now,
for just this once,
she's passed elsewhere,

and her children know,
but it's still
hard,

it's upsetting,
it's sad,
like a discard,

to sever
those bonds
and let go,

but, we all know
it's the ultimate
love,
our owe,

this last act
of arrangement
and tribute,

our honouring
of our mum,
our contribute

to say
thank you,
and now
it's your time,
that time we all fear,

we'll be okay,

your children,

in spite of


our tear.











Sometimes we think they're invincible….
until….
suddenly….



Xxx