Stories and poems from Craigie High School, Dundee

A poem about Dorothy's mum

I was Dorothy’s mother from 1943,

I was very close with her until I had to leave.

Cancer took my life when she was just 18 years old.

She was far too weak but she had to be bold.

My name is Christina and I loved little kids,

I had 5 of them, they had to be big.

I loved going to the pictures to see what’s on

But after I died, Dorothy got close to her daddy John.

They say everyone loved me and I am dearly missed.

They say I was giving, loving and unselfish.

I had dark curly hair and I resembled my daughter,

I’m so sorry I had to leave her.

I wish I was there to make you feel better,

I know you wanted to die to make the pain a little lesser.

I’m sorry I had to go.

I am gone, it wasn’t my fault.

I’m sorry I had to go, my time was up.

You weren’t old. It’s time to go.

I know the grandkids miss me loads and you had to stay strong.

Your dad loved you loads, when I was gone.

You remembered the Toffs and how they adored you.

It made you really happy, like you used to be.

Nobody really understands how you feel when a loved one’s passed.

Then daddy died and it all went sad.

You couldn’t cope with it and you got quite mad.

The kids were a handful and so was your man,

Then he hit the kids and you got up and ran.

You made the right choice, you put their safety first,

You protected them even though it hurts.

Then you all grow up and gain some wisdom,

Then your brother fell ill with the same illness as mum.

He sadly died and that got you thinking,