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Tuesday 1 January 2013

tired no longer


“I’m tired” – she rasps at me
Thru snaking tubes in her mouth and nose
“I’m tired” – with searching eye, she pleads to me
With two IV’s on each bruised arm
“I’m tired” – she whispers softly
As they take more blood till she’s black and blue

“Hurry, hurry”, - she grasps my hand
“The doors are closing” – she urges me
“There’s darkness over there”
“But there’s nothing here for me”
As she claws at her oxygen tube

“I’m tired” – with finality she looks to me
I hold on - till she sighs in relief
I hug her - as they covered her face

“I’m tired” – the wind murmurs to me
As she’s wheeled away from me.

Goodbye mother,
No longer will you be tired.