A Poem for Mum
Her sight is dimmed
Her hearing almost gone
Yet mum's soul shines bright
Her bones are fragile
Her breathing is shallow
Yet mum sleeps soundly at night
Her fingers are twisted yet soft
Her heart beat is irregular
Yet mum's smile is a beautiful sight
She seems like a pawn to be taken
By people who should know better
Yet mum remains feisty in the fight
Some say poor old soul
What quality of life is this?
Yet mum to her life she holds on tight
Her memory may be fading
Her walk is a shuffle
Yet mum always tries with all her might
Her skin may be shrivelled
And dotted with purple blotches
Yet to my hand mum can hold on tight
So, Graham Gibbens
Who decided to close mum's home
In a court sometime soon
Mum may cause you a fright
Mum does not mind if she is the last one in her home
The fact is it's wrong to threaten her life
She wants me to continue - come what may
Mum's mandate compels me and I will stand up and say
To the highest judge in the land
If that's what it takes to make things right
For my mum
Who I will always love very much
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