Tell me which came first
The act or the lifelong shame
Oops there goes Mum again
At sweet16
Her lips were sewn shut
Her voice was emotionally cut
Please Mummy
I want to know his name.
It's Andrew damn you!
How the black dog barks
My Mum struggles to talk
Now 75 and 4 foot
Her trauma thoughts are
she's a no good slut
Don't we all just try our best?
Mum wailing in the kitchen
clutching her chest
Whenever I ask about her secret son
Born back in the year 1961
She croaks, 'He means nothing to you.'
Well that's not true dear
I had another brother who died
We didn't get along but I still cried.
I am not her secrets, shame or fear
All that is left for me now
is to be brave
It's time to locate this brother
or at least his grave