Mummy's Mistake

“Mummy, don’t leave!” the little girl cried.
She cried, and she tried
To get her mother to stay
To stop her walking out the door.

“Mummy, stop!” the little girl called
Wailing and howling
Wondering why her mother
Didn’t want her anymore

“I’ll be good.” She screamed,
Desperation and fear.
“I’ll be good” she cried.
“Oh, Mummy dear”.

The woman walked out, tears in her eyes.
The guilt she held.
The fears.
And the lies.

She picked up her suitcase, and put on her hat.
She opened the door
And that was that.

“Mummy, don’t leave!” the little girl cried.
Running after the woman’s shrunken pride.
“I’ll be good, no more sweets!”
But it was no use, as the woman
Left the street.

The blue-eyed girl, watched in despair.
As her mother left her,
Waiting there.

“Why you leaving Mummy?”
“What did I do?”
“Please come back.”
“I love you.”

The little girl’s mother soon caught the train.
Her face pale, and pulled in strain.
She had to leave, for her own good.
She was dying
In that neighbourhood.
But was that good enough excuse?

The little girl grew into a beautiful woman
She married a man, called John Lowman
He was handsome, tall and dark,
She had two children, little boys
Called Paul and Mark.

She’ll never forget the day,
That she cried all night
When he mother simply
Walked out of her life.
But now she remembers
What it takes,
To not make
Her own mother’s
Mistakes.