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Her eyes ablaze with blood and grey haze,and I'm not sure she hears me any more.
But I lift her hand, I don't understand why she is lying here on the floor.
I hold open her mouth and feel for breath, even though I'm young I fear her death.
I can feel it faint and warm on my hand so I prop her body and put on the fan, she is heavy for me to undress and lift but somehow I manage, so many times I've done this, I smell the odour she has wet through her clothes, I keep on working and ignore my nose.
I dress her and lay so close in bed put my hand on her heart to make sure the beat is not dead.
I wake drenched in her sweat and I work again, wet towels on her body as it shivers and shakes, I no it will be hours before she really wakes, as sleep fills my head heavy again, ... The night is to quick to rest my head.
Day breaks the horizon and its back to the same, ill go to school and she'll hunt something to kill her pain.... I'm sure she realised that I was with her there, in the dark that was me, watching her chest rise and fall, it was me that picked her up from the floor.
But I lift her hand, I don't understand why she is lying here on the floor.
I hold open her mouth and feel for breath, even though I'm young I fear her death.
I can feel it faint and warm on my hand so I prop her body and put on the fan, she is heavy for me to undress and lift but somehow I manage, so many times I've done this, I smell the odour she has wet through her clothes, I keep on working and ignore my nose.
I dress her and lay so close in bed put my hand on her heart to make sure the beat is not dead.
I wake drenched in her sweat and I work again, wet towels on her body as it shivers and shakes, I no it will be hours before she really wakes, as sleep fills my head heavy again, ... The night is to quick to rest my head.
Day breaks the horizon and its back to the same, ill go to school and she'll hunt something to kill her pain.... I'm sure she realised that I was with her there, in the dark that was me, watching her chest rise and fall, it was me that picked her up from the floor.
Published 26th Jan 2014
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28th Jan 2014 1:36am
Hard to title this one I wrote almost 18 years ago when I was a teenager .... It's about me and my mum .... Hard to read hard to share! Glad now that I have .... Some relief to no it's floating out in the universe somewhere and that it might even help someone ....who knows ..... Children are affected by loving their parents unconditionally no matter what their parents choices are in life ! We all are only human and mistakes can be learned from ...
