I know that he’s scared of Neil...

Down and up, up and down
Always waking with a frown
Monster playing with my bladder
Trying hard not to get any sadder

Usually the Man is here
easing pain playing with my hair
I was alone all last night
No one there to help me fight

Feeling tired and unsure
Still I’m wishing there was a cure
Knowing that I have to be strong
Make myself believe nothing is wrong

Sitting here and mums in pain
Seeing how her face is strained
Choosing not to take her meds
It’s the pain I know she dreads

Old Harry’s game has amused
And even though our spirits bruised
If the devil is that fun
I’ll buy my ticket, it is done

Patients is what’s really needed
Monster hasn’t yet succeeded
I know that he’s scared of Neil
But now that gives me time to heal

I am an Aunty once again
my excitement I must contain
Ben and Harry, two wee boys
I can’t wait to hear their noise