Thinking of you - lots of love and hugs - cat xoxoxo Stephen Harter's very special Mom xo

Ask My Mum How Is She

 My Mum, she tells a lot of lies
 She never did before.
 From now until the day she dies.
 She'll tell a whole lot more.

 She used to tell the truth, a lot
 But now it doesn't matter.
 I died and went to heaven,
 Her life is all a-shatter.

 Ask my Mum how is she.
 She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine!"
 She wants to beg "Please help me.
 I can't find that boy of mine!"

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

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

 You think you know the feeling,
 But this cannot be.
 For even though you loved me,
 You didn't love as much as she.

She will smile and tell you,
 "It's o.k. God has a plan."
 But she will turn away and cry
 'Cause she just can't understand.

 Tell a joke and she will laugh,
 But she is not o.k.
 She wants to share the joke with me,
 But it will not be today.

 I watch from here, in Heaven.
 Her distress disturbs my peace.
 Will someone please take care of her,
 And thus take care of me?

 "Some day you will feel better."
 "Yes I will." she lies.
 She knows this will not happen,
 Until the day she dies.

 "I was so lucky!
 I had him all those years!"
 (They passed in a minute,
 I shed so many tears.)

 Ask my Mum how is she,
 She'll say, "Thank you. Good."
 She cannot tell you how she feels.
 Oh, how I wish she could.

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

 Ask my Mum how is she,
 "I'm well, I'm good. And you?"
 I'll shake my head in Heaven.
 It simply isn't true.

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

 Her carnival is over.
 She's stepped off the carousel.
 But, to save you feeling badly,
 She'll say, "Thanks, all is well."

 My Mum, she's not gone mad, yet.
 But, oh so very nearly.
 Don't ask my Mum how is she,
Ask how is she, really.

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

 Written by Jo Burr  3 months after losing her 15yr old son, Simon 

Please don't ask~~~
Please don't ask us if were over it yet
We will never be over it, apart of us died with him!

Please don't tell us he's in a better place
Matthew's not here with us, in our home!

Please don't ask if we feel better
Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up!

Please don't tell us you know how we feel,
Unless you've lost your child, you don't have a clue!

Please don't tell us at least we had him for 21 years, were grateful we did,
At what age would you choose to lose your child?!

Please don't tell us, at least we have more children- I don't!
Which one of your children would you not miss and grieve for?!

Please do say:
Your sorry
Say you remember him, share your memories with us
Let us talk about our sweet Matthew, mention his name often.
Remember his birthday, Holidays and Angel date.
And~~~~
Please let us cry!!

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Thinking of you Matthew xxxxx