Mum's A Hero Poem by Mark Curtis

This poem is a bout a friend's mother who beat breast cancer and separation:

Take no offence, don’t call me dumb,
this poem I write, is about your mum.
I only scribe from what you’ve said,
and the things created in my head.

Her pleasure of meeting, I’ve never had,
though email thanks, for which I’m glad.
When growing up, I believe you were driven,
through someone’s dreams, perhaps were living?

A person, in background was always there,
with a loving smile, to show they care.
To pick you up unlike no other,
that person had to be your mother.

A separation came, for you all rough,
no choice for her, she must be tough.
Outside so strong, inside was crying,
perhaps the only time worth lying!

Showed character to deal with strife,
she soldiered on, rebuilt her life.
For year’s things smooth and then no answer,
how do you react? Two words “breast cancer”!

Answered the only way she might,
Ill win this war, just watch me fight!
Once more adorned the mask for healing,
to ease the pain her children feeling.

A victory won, fought with vigour,
one casualty, a distorted figure.
Appearance though is not a measure,
love in one’s heart, the real treasure.

Time moves on, the time in now,
sometimes you sit and wonder wow!
Race for Life, the start, all cuddle,
tears are cried within the huddle.

The hurdles in life she overcome,
gives you the right to call her mum.
So when life’s dull and all seems zero,
just think of one, who you call hero.


copyright 2009 Mark Curtis