Friday, May 1, 2015

A death

Small questions hang  over us after the deaths of those close to us:
Mam’s death

Struggling for each breath,

(mouthfuls of air, for god’s sake!),

I said “Mam, stop working so hard”

Dying, and still forced to work.

“Take it easy,

 take it easy.”


Her hold on my hand slackened,

her eyes fell to the side,

she took it easy.

Did I speed her on her way?


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