Saturday, September 21, 2013

THE REWARD

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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