i
To think of you in that bed,
twenty years on,
going the same way he did,
but without hope.
How do you close your eyes
to catch a night’s sleep?
ii
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,
That memory forces itself on me; even now, I sometimes
wonder, did I speed her on her way?
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