Tammie Carless

Ask My Mum How She Is
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My Mum she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before,
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mum how she is,
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie,
Because she can't describe the pain.

Ask my Mum How she is,
She'll say 'I'm alright'
If that's the truth, then tell me,
Why does she cry each night?

Ask my Mum how she is,
She seems to cope so well,
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.

Ask my Mum how she is,
'I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping'
For God's sake Mum, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.

She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine,
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.

I am here in Heaven,
I cannot hug from here,
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.

On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold,
I'll say 'You're lucky to get in here, Mum,
With all the lies you told!'

Guest

April 14, 2008

The Gift of a child

Gift of a child

I’ll lend you for a little time
A child of mine, he said,
For you to love her while she lives
And mourn for when she’s gone.

It may be six or thirteen years,
Or twenty-two, or three,
But will you, till I call her back
Take care of her for me?

She’ll bring her charm to gladden you
And should her stay be brief,
You’ll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked this wide world over
In search of teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lane
I’ve decided upon you.

Now will you give her all your love
Nor think the labour vain
And hate me when I come to call
To take her home again.

I fancy that I heard them say
‘Dear Lord thy will be done,
For all the joy, this child will bring
The risk of grief, we’ll run.

We’ll shelter her with tenderness
And love her while we may
And for the happiness we’ve known
Forever grateful stay.

And should the angels call for her
Much sooner than we planned,
We’ll brave the sadness that we feel
And try to understand.

Helen Cox (Passerby and someone who knows and cares deeply)

April 5, 2008

God makes little children
He makes them every day
And though He loves them dearly
He gives them all away.

He gives each to an angel
And says take baby down
To such and such a mother
In such and such a town.

Or such and such a cottage
In such and such a place.
He gives the angel with it
A big soul full of grace.

God does so love those children
It's all that He can do
To let the Angel take them
But he loves the mother's too.

And so he says I'll lend you
This little one of mine
The angel folds it's love
About the special gift divine.

The angel watches over
The child both day and night
So glad to see that lovely soul
All shining in God's light

God makes so many children
And every now and then
He seems to want one specially
We don't know why or when

He whispers to its Angel
Bring the child back to me
The angel sees a lovely sight
That someday we may see

It sees the souls of mothers
And fathers in God's light
Offering him tiny children
Whose souls are shining bright

God does so love those children
Whos souls are never dim
And how he loves those parents
Who give them back to him

Toni Dalton

April 5, 2008

Her Journey

Don’t think of her as gone away
Her Journey’s just begun,
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting
From the sorrow and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing
That we could know today,
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.

And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched,
For nothing loved is ever lost
And she was loved so much.

Rachel Bass

April 5, 2008