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.
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