What are we going to do about mother? By Storm Grayson
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.
© 2022 Storm Grayson
This is in memory of my mother who always wanted to fly!
Due to Covid and the ongoing difficulties of arranging a get together my mothers ashes needed to be scattered but sadly not in the way she requested.