What's on my mind not worth writing about,
I feel the old boy doesn't quite approve
me sitting here, in bed trying to write,
cause it was rather peaceful.
now its been broken, a sneering old boy
can't keep his trap shut, just let me be
my inspiration has gone AWOL
perhaps try another day.
I got a dickey foot, and I'll tell you what, that's no joke
went dining out with friends last night, all of a sudden
my foot gave up the ghost and I went down
I believe its the ligaments, as it's happened before
I was playing badminton, I heard it tear
it happens now and again, there's a weakness there
so I strapped really tight, so I can go here and there
tomorrow must see the quack, and see what he says
as my foot and legs so numb, don't like what's on my mind,
as I haven't strength on my foot, as it just flops about
so I 've got it well strapped, it seems to help, you see.
Can't get it out of mind, it's not helping me.
This morning saw the Doc, see what's happened
to the appointment, I should have had weeks ago
when I said my foot and leg was numb, he was surprised, you know
said I had dropped foot and arches, my mind is wondering...........
a few years ago, a much-beloved sister died...
of motor neurone disease, it started on, her feet
that numbness you see, she ended up in a wheelchair,
it was ghastly, sight, my wonderful little sister, cut down in her prime.
She was such a card, always so full of fun, her beauty, her wit
her mischievous laughter, so full of life, she was the light of our lives
Don't want to feel morbid, can't help it you see
in my mind I see my little sister, helpless as a baby...
Yet she fought so hard, to beat this thing you see
she went from Madeira to Portugal, and even to England
to see some specialist in Harley Street, she came over two or three times
but it wasn't any good, there was no magic wand for her.
In two thousand and six, I decided to go and see her
if I didn't go then it might have been too late
as I arrived, she'd be leaving in a few days, to see the quack in Harley street
I feel the old boy doesn't quite approve
me sitting here, in bed trying to write,
cause it was rather peaceful.
now its been broken, a sneering old boy
can't keep his trap shut, just let me be
my inspiration has gone AWOL
perhaps try another day.
I got a dickey foot, and I'll tell you what, that's no joke
went dining out with friends last night, all of a sudden
my foot gave up the ghost and I went down
I believe its the ligaments, as it's happened before
I was playing badminton, I heard it tear
it happens now and again, there's a weakness there
so I strapped really tight, so I can go here and there
tomorrow must see the quack, and see what he says
as my foot and legs so numb, don't like what's on my mind,
as I haven't strength on my foot, as it just flops about
so I 've got it well strapped, it seems to help, you see.
Can't get it out of mind, it's not helping me.
This morning saw the Doc, see what's happened
to the appointment, I should have had weeks ago
when I said my foot and leg was numb, he was surprised, you know
said I had dropped foot and arches, my mind is wondering...........
a few years ago, a much-beloved sister died...
of motor neurone disease, it started on, her feet
that numbness you see, she ended up in a wheelchair,
it was ghastly, sight, my wonderful little sister, cut down in her prime.
She was such a card, always so full of fun, her beauty, her wit
her mischievous laughter, so full of life, she was the light of our lives
Don't want to feel morbid, can't help it you see
in my mind I see my little sister, helpless as a baby...
Yet she fought so hard, to beat this thing you see
she went from Madeira to Portugal, and even to England
to see some specialist in Harley Street, she came over two or three times
but it wasn't any good, there was no magic wand for her.
In two thousand and six, I decided to go and see her
if I didn't go then it might have been too late
as I arrived, she'd be leaving in a few days, to see the quack in Harley street
one more time, but it didn't do any good.
We've spent a few days together, we even went about, a bit
the sadness in her eyes was such, but she still had hope.
My beloved little sister was as helpless as a baby
couldn't do anything for herself, without the help of many.
Her wonderful daughter was an absolute Star
you should have seen, how she coped, it was an amazing sight
the easy she moved her mother, from wheelchair to shower chair.
and finally to bed, I tried to help, I didn't have the knack.
was terrified of dropping her on the floor instead
didn't realise how heavy, a paralysed person could be.
as my dear sister lay there, stark naked on her bed
she looked so beautiful and helpless as a baby.
As she lay on her bed, with her long beautiful hair
waiting to be dried, then I massaged her limbs
I thought she looks just like a mermaid, so helpless out of water
in her lovely long hair, I said you know, you look just like a mermaid!!!
Her answer just gets me mermaids tail just get me some fins.
tears running down my face, not wanting her to see,
I turned my back and said, I would if I could Sis...you know I would if I could
she would swap her legs for a mermaid's tail
So she goes back to England to see that specialist
meanwhile there's me waiting, at the airport for her, she was arriving
from England, as I was leaving Madeira...we kissed and hugged
and chatted for a while, then the boy took one last photograph of her and me,
the boy being a photographer, was always on the job.
to make her smile, he said this one's going in Vogue.
as we hug and say our goodbyes in her eyes I saw hope had died
so she comes home, with a death sentence on her head
as we said our goodbyes, I tried to be so strong
but it was too much to say goodbye, to my beautiful little sister,
as I break down I hug her one more time, cross with myself for letting the side down.
whispering just go with God Sis.
As I got on that plane, with my breaking heart
the pain was so great...that I was howling inside.
The tightness on my chest , as I could not breath,
the constriction in my throat, as if I would explode,
brought a fist to my mouth to keep the sound down,
my own son saying try... and think of something else
couldn't wait for the drinks trolley to come over
this was no excuse, just needed a good brandy, to calm me down
After this she just gave up, I saw her in Feb, by June it was all over
June 13 two thousand & six sometime in the afternoon, we were warned,
to expect the expected, the end of her suffering, I took a photo of hers and lit a candle.
We've spent a few days together, we even went about, a bit
the sadness in her eyes was such, but she still had hope.
My beloved little sister was as helpless as a baby
couldn't do anything for herself, without the help of many.
Her wonderful daughter was an absolute Star
you should have seen, how she coped, it was an amazing sight
the easy she moved her mother, from wheelchair to shower chair.
and finally to bed, I tried to help, I didn't have the knack.
was terrified of dropping her on the floor instead
didn't realise how heavy, a paralysed person could be.
as my dear sister lay there, stark naked on her bed
she looked so beautiful and helpless as a baby.
As she lay on her bed, with her long beautiful hair
waiting to be dried, then I massaged her limbs
I thought she looks just like a mermaid, so helpless out of water
in her lovely long hair, I said you know, you look just like a mermaid!!!
Her answer just gets me mermaids tail just get me some fins.
tears running down my face, not wanting her to see,
I turned my back and said, I would if I could Sis...you know I would if I could
she would swap her legs for a mermaid's tail
So she goes back to England to see that specialist
meanwhile there's me waiting, at the airport for her, she was arriving
from England, as I was leaving Madeira...we kissed and hugged
and chatted for a while, then the boy took one last photograph of her and me,
the boy being a photographer, was always on the job.
to make her smile, he said this one's going in Vogue.
as we hug and say our goodbyes in her eyes I saw hope had died
so she comes home, with a death sentence on her head
as we said our goodbyes, I tried to be so strong
but it was too much to say goodbye, to my beautiful little sister,
as I break down I hug her one more time, cross with myself for letting the side down.
whispering just go with God Sis.
As I got on that plane, with my breaking heart
the pain was so great...that I was howling inside.
The tightness on my chest , as I could not breath,
the constriction in my throat, as if I would explode,
brought a fist to my mouth to keep the sound down,
my own son saying try... and think of something else
couldn't wait for the drinks trolley to come over
this was no excuse, just needed a good brandy, to calm me down
After this she just gave up, I saw her in Feb, by June it was all over
June 13 two thousand & six sometime in the afternoon, we were warned,
to expect the expected, the end of her suffering, I took a photo of hers and lit a candle.
sat there meditating willing her to follow the light,
just follow the light sis, just follow the light sis, don't know how long I sat there.
just follow the light sis, just follow the light sis, don't know how long I sat there.
after a while I new it was over, I cried for the sister that I'd never see again.
so yes I cried for my loss, for the light being extinguished much too soon,
as my beautiful sis was no more. Tiamo little Sis.
By Connie James.
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