Ask my Mum how she is.

My Mum, she tells a lot of lies she never did before From now until she dies she�ll tell a whole lot more

Ask my Mum is how she and �cause she can�t explain She will tell a little lie �cause she can�t describe the pain

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

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

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

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 15 year old son, Simon.