The Day My Mother Died

The day my mother died It was approaching Christmas tide. A morning in December I remember it well. She had a dicky heart And a check up they thought smart Before they booked there hols in NZ for next year. The results eased their fear. She was ok to travel next year And that night she went to sleep with a smile on her face. Although they weren’t keen on the flight, They slept well and travelled by night; A smiled to see their son, his wife and grandchildren. But not all was as good as it seemed, In the night fate had other things schemed And she was struck down with a stroke or something like that. I got a call early next day from dad, He stayed calm when he said mum was bad So I packed up shop to be at his side. When I got to the hospital ward I knew not what was in for me stored. There was mum plugged into a life support machine. It kept her heart rate and breathing steady, But the doctor said we needed to be ready Because the prognosis wasn’t good and there was only one way. My aunt and uncle had gone home, Leaving me and dad all alone To say goodbye to mum who we both loved so much. We knew it was for the best As we let her slip to eternal rest And now the angels can look after her.