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Post by rondetto on Jul 13, 2021 11:52:35 GMT
MUMMY'S TEARS
On Sundays we go to the cemetery
and lay flowers on daddy's grave.
Mummy buys ice creams for peter and me
and tells us to run off and play.
Mummy cries in her room every night.
Sometimes she wakes me up
and I sit outside her door in the dark
hoping that she'll stop.
Mummy's tears make flowers grow.
Mummy's tears make the moon glow.
Mummy's tears come from my eyes.
When I grow up I'm going to die.
On Sunday's we go to Nanny's for tea.
Her house smells like a church.
She has surprises for Peter and me
because we've been so hurt.
Nanny knows how mummy feels
daddy was her son
and she sees him alive in me
his spirit lingers on.
Mummy's tears make ghosts appear.
Mummy's tears are everywhere.
Mummy's tears fall on me
as I kiss away her misery.
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