Some prose: in memory of my mother.

She is at peace now

Her suffering is over.

She fought to stay alive

She fought to die.

What else was there to do

At ninety-seven years old?

 

They were angels

The Carers in the Home.

They gave not just attention

They also gave love,

Even through her tempers

Over the years.

 

And to us the family

They gave support.

How can we ever

Express our thanks

For caring for our mother

And for being there for us?

 

Her room is empty

The clothes are packed away,

There  was not much else

Except photos.

So many years

In Residential Care.

 

She was always there

For the family she loved,

In good times and bad

When she was able.

She is gone

But our life goes on.

 

She died on my birthday

After a long struggle.

We shall never forget her

Remembering the good years,

The songs she loved to sing,

The food she used to make.

 

Rest in Peace Mother Dear.

Posted by Frances Platman on 20/06/2010

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