Nov 27
My heart swims in a sea of sorrow,
My Mumma will not be here tomorrow.
I sadly follow her to her final resting place,
I can see her happy smiling face.
I miss her so much, her hugs and her love,
I know that she watches me from above.
But I miss her so much how will my life be,
I wish that she was still here with me.
I hate leaving her in a place called the dungeon,
It isn’t a fitting name for a place of rest.
The dungeon is an underground cell,
And my Mumma wouldn’t like the dungeon to well.
My Mumma was the best and deserves the best,
I hated her being laid in the dungeon to rest.
Although it is a beautiful tranquil place,
The dungeon isn’t a fitting name for a final resting place,
I still see my Mum’s smiling face.