What are we going to do about mother?

Confined in the dark

She would hate

Claustrophobia

Cannot be her fate

Trusting her daughter

To do the right thing

And follow her wishes

To go on the wing

Ah but here is the rub

With Covid you see

The party she wanted

For friends a big tea

So, delays there have been

We could not decide

And now in a box

She still quietly resides

Her words I can hear

I just cannot be

Just release me – Right now

Not left in a box for eternity

Collected at last

From the funeral home

She has been in the car

The county to roam

Ok then mother

I promise you this

A friend you can have

While I make a list

Placed in the cupboard

With glass on the door

And a gentleman friend

Who could ask for more

Now here is the list

Pay attention right now

I’ll start with route

Much time to allow

Lets get you settled

back in the car

For our journey up north

So to spread you afar

The time is near

For us to go

Up on the hill

Where the wind doth blow

Soon you will fly

Like a bird on the wing

Many a dream

It became quite a thing

So farewell dear mother

Your life was the best

Many a struggle

But it’s now time to rest.

Poetry by Storm M. Grayson » What are we going to do about mother?