Friday, March 04, 2016


She left it here safe a moment ago
Of that she is sure; so where did it go?
She put it down in two thousand and nine
When time upon memory drew sandy line
And all since then is forgotten or lost 
Her husband and friends in a lossless frost
Now her offspring swarm around the bed
Though to most of them she is already dead
She wonders why all these strangers crowd
And why they have to talk so loud
And then she spies what she did misplace
Her mother's long, lost, loving, caring face
And if she now thought to have a last care
It was to wake again with her parents there
And only a mother could let their life cease
And leave all her children to be at peace 
"I'm ready mam," she loud cries out
Closes her eyes and dies without doubt