Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A death


Struggling for each breath

- mouthfuls of air for god’s sake -,

I said “stop working so hard;

take it easy, Mam”

 

Dying,

yet still forced to work;

take it easy.

take it easy.

 

Her hand, in mine, slackened;

she took it easy,

her eyes fell to the side.

Now I  ask, did I speed her on her way?

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