My mum, my bones
My bones
Sometimes they really hurt
My mother has arthritis and it makes me freak
Will I become like that
My fingers curling and hard to mend
Hard to touch or hard to grab
It kills me inside that I can’t do justice
I cannot make that pain go away
Like a massive wave sinking me and her
She becomes more fragile and it’s hard to bear
When will it stop
When will ...
Tuesday 12th June 2018 10:50 am
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