MOTHERLESS JOHNNY

The morning came with dark skies

An evil truth in disguise

Mother was in labor

And couldn’t help but waver!

Hark! The cry of a baby

Yet tears on the cheeks of daddy

Mother had given up the ghost

The undertaker, her new host

The doll of pain that death did carve

Young Johnny’s life without mama’s love

He cried as if he knew the future

The awaiting grief and the torture

Little Johnny was a happy boy

All he needed was a toy

His days were still young

And daddy knew it won’t be long

The days went by and Johnny was four

Toys weren’t enough, he wanted more

One morning, he asked daddy

How come I don’t have a mummy?

Joan and Joel have a mummy

She drives them to school in her Camry

You should see Ali’s Mummy

She’s got a very funny tummy

When Junior cries, he screams mummy!

Jane’s best friend is her mummy

They say I have no mummy

And that’s why I’m such a dummy

So Daddy, how come I have no mummy?

The tears in the eyes of Daddy

As he stared at motherless Johnny

You did have a mummy

I used to call her honey

She passed on at your birth

To the wicked hands of death

Today you might not understand

But someday you will comprehend

The pain my heart tries to withstand

When thoughts of your mummy fills my gland

IN LOVING MEMORY OF THE LATE MADAM ESTHER!
MOTHER OF DR. RICHARD TIA

MAY HER SOUL R.I.P.P