Mother

Old age, you’re a bastard
You’re a fucker and a cunt
You break my heart
What you’re doing to my mother
tears me apart

When someone full of living
tells me on the phone
that she can’t go on much more
I’m strangled
and my head fills with pain

She’s twenty, going on eighty
and a fighter to the last
I watch you ganging up on her
Kicking away her legs
But still she laughs at you

Some will be aghast at my words
But sit you in this seat
and feel them
spoken through gritted teeth
with tears dampening your cheeks