There she lies on her narrow bed
A pillow cradling her wrinkled face
Close cropped gray hair upon her head
She fought so hard against this place
Her phone calls used to last for hours
Her soaps always blared from her tv
Surrounded on occasions by many flowers
She passes her time as well as can be
She is comforted by the photographs
Of her grandchildren wearing big broad smiles
It doesn't take much to make her laugh
Each day she becomes more like a child
She misses her little dog, he passed away
He was by her side to spoil and mother
She wrote poem about Solomon's final day
With her failing health she could not get another
Special occasions we all celebrated
Well attended parties brought about funny tales
Now those occassions are overrated
They mean nothing to her as her mind fails
Gladly I remember my younger days
She played her rock and roll music for all the kids
Sadly I see her slipping away
Is this the reward for how she lived?
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