Mummy quit smoking
she told me so this evening.
I had given up on her,
but now hope fills my lungs.
It's been only three days,
but she's holding on.
She's lacking love a bit
but that's about it.
Brave Mummy,
I smoke for you.
Brave honey,
you will die before me.
Mummy quit smoking.
This evening I congratulate her.
As for Daddy, he quit singing,
that's been ten days of despair.
Mummy quit smoking.
She's bawling all the time,
yet her voice gets clearer,
her cries get more distinct.
Brave Mummy,
I smoke for you.
Brave honey,
you will die before me.
Mummy quit smoking.
She threw a glass of water in my face
when I tried to borrow her paperback1,
which ended up in the lime tree.
It's been nearly three months
I feel she's about to break.
We can't stand her turmoil anymore.
Our task: get her to smoke again.
At last Mummy smokes again,
for lack of moral support.
I inhale her smoke joyfully,
as a token of our restored peace.