The Ache of Death

Dedicated to my beautiful Mum. Written many, many years ago.

The tears that I cry do not belong to me;

I am crying your tears,

It is your pain I bear on my shoulders.

But do not worry-

I can handle it.

I must be strong for you;

I don’t mind carrying the ache of death.

 

For as long as you wish, I will be here;

Holding out my hand-

Come take it;

Don’t be scared.

We will walk into the darkness together

And walk into the light together.

So I don’t mind carrying the ache of death.