I’ve now turned this poem into a storybook. You can read it here.
Mummy used to laugh,
Mummy used to smile,
But I haven’t heard her giggle,
Or seen her happy for a while.
She sleeps when it’s daytime,
And is awake all through the night,
I don’t know why, I don’t know how,
But something isn’t right.
She doesn’t shower ever,
She doesn’t even get dressed,
Her hair looks like it needs a brush,
It’s an awful, dreadful mess.
Her eyes are full of sadness,
When she speaks she sounds so flat,
I heard her saying she’s ugly,
And stupid, and useless, and fat.
I want to make her better,
To put a smile back on her face,
I want for her to be happy again,
And for our home to be a wonderful place.
But for now I’ll give her cuddles,
And rest my head upon her tum,
And if ever meet the beast,
I’ll whack the monster that ate my mum.