My grandmother and I were the best of friends. However when her final illness dragged on, I, a student at the time, didn't have the time to spend with her. I think it's not unusual for young people at that age to be too self-centred, but that selfishness has rankled ever since.
Before the End
The bedside lamp shone
in the pool of her eye;
it made her teeth translucent,
runnelled her face.
Daylight and I were reluctant visitors;
the room smelling of trapped breath,
sickness and decay made me anxious
that I might inhale her disease;
and all I loved gone,
all dwindled down to duty.