Mental Mum!

From cradle to spots we adore them.

We nurture

We cherish

We care.

And then they become all obnoxious.

‘Bout the time they grow genital hair.

It’s like sharing a house with a crossbreed.

A mixture of monkey and snake.

Now, I think that the caring gene’s left me.

I’ve had just about all I can take!

We’re expected, as mothers, to shower, with unconditional love.

When the shower’s a thing they don’t care for.

He’s in need of an old fashioned scrub!

His room is a dungeon of terror.

I’m frightened just passing the door.

But when I do hear some noise I’m so thankful.

That he’s not lying dead on the floor!  

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The Pits!

Because money and food, especially fresh meat, were in short supply my grandpa got my dad a job down the pit but he only went for two days.  He couldn’t stand the dirt in his hair and under his nails and before we knew it he was off again to get work somewhere else.  He fancied himself as a boxing promoter and so he left us there to follow his dream and said he would come back for us when he had ‘made it’.  My mum hardly came out of her room after that and when she did it was only to fight with her mother-in-law and before long we were off, back to the big city.

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I was feeling suicidal and needing to be fixed.

Then I came across this Site

My feeling they are mixed.

The heading I encountered said that death was ‘not a choice’

And it warned me to stay on the page and ignore my inner voice.

Now three days on I’m better and have thousands of new friends

Who tell me to be positive?

The tunnel, the light, the end.

And all that.  

The trouble is that now I fear,

I’ll never leave my room

My prescription is now over due

But there’s no more doom and gloom.

The internet, it saved my life

At least for now I’m safe.

So now when I need cheering up

I go to Cyber space.

Despair

It crept in like ivy and entered my soul

Settling like grey, deathly dust.

I barely recognise the beautiful eyes of my daughter

Sunken into her sad memory of me.

This causes lightness in my chest

Coupled with the pounding of blood it pains my heart

Which is still beating

Just.

We used to share such joy and happiness

Now we all cry alone.

My memory now lives apart from me.

I call upon it now and then to help me understand

The fundamental things I used to do

Like wash or touch my wedding band.

The Mental Pause, Rusty Bernard

The Mental Pause, Rusty Bernard