The invisible illness

Can somebody tell me, what's a matter with my mummy?

She hears people saying things, and has started acting funny.

A trip to the shops, became a task of dread,

Mummy confronting, innocent shoppers,

It was of course, in mummys head,

She once even rang for the coppers,

Id stand there, a skinny blond child, a look of confusion in my eyes.

I knew my mummy, wasnt well, That's when I began to realise.

She didn't have a bandage on, nor a rash upon her face.

She didn't need a tissue, nor have to wear a neck brace.

Wherever we would go, they started coming too.

The voices in my mummys head, that told her what to do.

My brother and I, never heard the voices.

They only ever spoke to mummy.

We could hear the t.v, and other noises.

They were hurting her, and we didnt find it funny,

Good night, God bless, now get some rest, mummy would tuck us in.

We'd be kept awake by mummy talking, as the walls were paper thin.

As time went on, things just got worse.

Mum rocking too and fro.

Was my mummy really cursed.

I wished the voices, would just go.

I cried and screamed,  when they took her away.

Please mummy don't go, I need you.

I missed her so much every day.

And new she missed me too.

We went to visit every second night.

And when we didn't we'd send a letter.

My mummy put up an almighty fight.

And so she started getting better.

It was an illness in my mummys mind!

That was difficult to see!

People were mean and unkind.

But mummys strength, brought her back to me.