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Maw Neil Southern
On a chilly Sunday afternoon
We arrange the flowers in the pot
She lies beneath a huge oak tree
I wish she didn’t
At first they came with cards and tears
They grumbled that they had no say
And now nothing not even on mothers day
They make me sick
She had five tall sons
That’s what he mother bragged
Yet four abandoned her
They really make me sick
For days she was asleep
And then she awoke
God can be cruel at times
He gave us false hope
And now it is all done
As far as they are concerned
No point in a spending a few moments
After all, she isn’t there
Of course I had a reason to look after her
I can hear them say
Perhaps I hoped for preference
She knows the truth
So to Maw, my Mum this is for you
The flowers will always be in the pot
Regardless of whether you are there
Or not
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