You part the sea in a ship
To let the people home,
To let you, the viewer decide
That all roads lead to Rome.
You know a song Elvis sung
You know how to switch the computer on
You know the speed of light
The French for good is "bon"
Your head is full of such info
They stick inside your head
Facts about living matter
Much of it long dead.
You know Jesus died on a cross,
That the letter d follows c,
That George Bush is a President
The Titanic was lost at sea.
I know how to change a barrel
What act I've booked for next week,
How many bats hide in my outhouse
That Earth was never inherited by the meek.
Info inside my mind won't go away
And I suppose if it did I would cry
As I did about my mother
Years before she finally died.
She forgot a lot of things,
Like how to spell yellow or blue.
Soon she was in a hospital bed
Saying to me "who are you?"
She did not know about Moses
Those brain cells were not there,
She did not know about Jesus
Or how to climb a stair.
Soon she just lay there
Looking aimlessly and dumb
And I was beginning to get bored
At visiting my dear old Mum.
One day they phoned up my pub
Told me mother had passed away
I felt she had died years before
And felt nothing much that day.
I hope where-ever she is now
She has regained her brain
And that she remembers where Rome is
Once again.
Oh if ever I lose my mind
Let no-one visit my silent bed
For I will be no longer with the world
When I am near brain-dead.
I cry now when I think of you
And grow so very numb,
I never told you how much I loved you
My lovely Mum.
Now I stand by a plaque
Up in a cold windy crem.
And I can't even think of a rhyme
To give this poem a clever end.
Thank you Mother for all you gave
I love you, I really do,
Can I say anything else standing here
But God bless you.
I change the flowers in the pot
I feel so cold inside
I hope to see you again
When I too have died.
Thank you mother for everything
The sun, the sea, the sky.
I cannot say anything else now
For I am about to cry.
Goodbye Mother, goodbye.
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Tiffy Witherington.
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