It was Sunday morning when I awoke
To see the face of my mum.
She, her eyes full of tears, said
Softly, unsteadily, "She... She's
Gone in her sleep."
I felt upset, yet in a way
Happy -
For she was blind and almost deaf
But full of life.
It seemed a cruel kind of thing,
Like one of the family had died.
I waited until my mum had gone,
And for a while cried.
I went downstairs, my head aching
And my dog gone.
by
Ramona Harris