Someone's Mother
She sits in her arm chair by the fire
watching television in black and white,
new Technology isn't her desire
room is dark only lit by candle light,
She talks about the past when she was young
Her late husband, children she never sees,
She wheezes due to cancer of the lung
on her lap sits her cat, lousy with flees,
theres a strong smell of dampness in the air
little heat from the open coal fire,
full of ashes, grate in need of repair
life for her now holds no hope or desire,
She has been given just six months to live
such a pity she has much more to give.
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