Ask Our Mum How Is She

Our Mum, she tells a lot of lies
She never did before.
From now until the day she dies
She'll tell a whole lot more.

She used to tell the truth a lot,
But now it doesn't matter.
We died and went to heaven,
Her life is all a-shatter.

Ask our Mum how is she,
She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine!"
She wants to beg "Please help me.
I can't find those girls of mine!"

Ask our Mum, how is she,
She'll say, "I'm alright."
If that's the truth then please tell us,
Why does she cry each night?

Ask our Mum, how is she,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice, you see,
Nor the strength to yell.

You think you know the feeling,
But this just cannot be.
For even though you loved us,
You didn't love us as much as she.

She will smile and tell you,
"It's o.k. God has a plan."
But she will turn away and cry
'Cause she just can't understand.

Tell a joke and she will laugh,
But she is not o.k.
She wants to share the joke with us,
But it will not be today.

We watch from here, in Heaven.
Her distress disturbs our peace.
Will someone please take care of her,
And thus take care of we?

"Some day you will feel better."
"Yes I will," she lies.
She knows this will not happen,
Until the day she dies.

Ask our Mum how is she,
She'll say, "Thank you. Good."
She cannot tell you how she feels.
Oh, how we wish she could.

Ask our Mum how is she,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake, Mum, just tell the truth
Just say your heart is broken.

Ask our Mum how is she,
"I'm well, I'm good. And you?"
We shake our heads in Heaven.
It simply isn't true.

She'll love us all her life.
We loved her all of ours.
But if you ask how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.

Her carnival is over.
She's stepped off the carousel.
But, to save you feeling badly,
She'll say, "Thanks, all is well."

Our Mum, she's not gone mad, yet.
But, oh so very nearly.
Don't ask our Mum how is she,
Ask how is she, really.

We are here in Heaven.
We cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you, don't listen.
Hug her, hold her near.

On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and We'll be bold.
We'll say, "You're lucky to get in here,Mum,
With all the lies you told!"

Written by Jo Burr