Wondering and Seething In a Sea of Wrath

Staring at the hospital bed At Anne, my mum, lying motionless I shook my head Wondering, speechless Why this precious soul, assailed by a severe stroke Should bear an unfair burden Between a hard life and a granite rock by the clock I felt my heart harden Asking God why such a lot Anne should stare Was it a plot Anne could wear everywhere Seventy five years, twenty four seven and counting I asked Anger in my bosom mounting My mind tasked To wonder, wonder and wonder If pilgrimage on Earth could reduce my dotting mum To an incapacitated invalid yonder My capacity to grow glum and numb In circumstances that rendered me helpless Unable to offer succor in her hospital harbour Beyond pleading, beseeching God for less Trauma bereft of rancor I knelt down and prayed For Anne who forty eight hours earlier asked for John As on that loveless bed, Anne, lay dismayed, disarrayed, frayed Knowing not how I dissolved in my zone in my every bone.