Last Words

When you get to this point in the journey of life,
When the grief in your soul is a continuous ache,
When you’re done with the duties of mother and wife,
Then there’s no consolation but telly and cake.

Weakness torments me and I’m lost in this place,
All confused by the fretfulness hovering above.
It’s strange … but I think I did once know that face,
And I feel – buried deep – they were someone I love.

But little is certain now everything’s blurred,
And my memory’s been stripped of all that I knew.
I’ve no clever last words – just a prayer, low and slurred;
Now I go to my rest, leaving this world to you.