`My Mam`

My Mam was a gentle woman
Never swore, drunk or fought
She lit a candle every day for me
In 1982 bless her heart
If I lay dying on the battlefield
Like any other dying soldier
The last words to pass my lips would be
“I want my Mam.”


© Tony McNally

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Unlike my Dads funeral I cried my eyes dry at my Mothers.

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