DERECK ROSE: WRITINGS

Her days are numbered

as she lays groaning in tormented sleep

covered and almost shrunkened

into her worn out creased up blankets

that covers her frail and fast ageing body,

But when she awakes

she blesses the Lord upon her bed

The house which once was the  pride

of this hard working zealous person

has now been reduced to a single room

where she awaits deaths final call,

nothing else matters

for soon she will meet her maker,

but when she awakes

she worships the Lord upon her bed.

She used to sit proudly around her dinner table

in her communal dining room

but now she lays prostrate upon her death bed

surrounded by trollies full of life enhancing medicines and pills

to ease the pain and give her comfort.

At the head of the bed lies a thin

but still breathing hoary head

and when she awakes

she blesses the Lord upon her bed.