She looks at her mother
Not knowing what to do
Her Mother, always so strong
Now hardly seeing each day through

Four weeks in a hospital bed
Four weeks struggling for breath
Four weeks of constant vigil
Four weeks of fearing death

What will she do without her?
Her head is in a whirl?
How can she face the future?
She’s Mummies little girl

The woman who first held her
The woman who changed her nappy
The woman who saw her as a bride
The woman who made her happy

God bless you Mum, she whispers
Thanks for all you’ve done
Thanks for always being there
Thanks for being my Mum