There was a lady named Pauline –

The sweetest woman I have seen.

Her mind left her, yet still a queen,

A light fading from age obscene.

 

Her husband left only two years prior.

She barely recalled him by the pyre.

Without his hand, she can only transpire

The rest of her days in mental fire.

 

A son looks deeply into his ma’s eyes

She looks right back, but forgets their ties

And then the son tries to suppress his cries

For why can’t he stop this wretched demise?

 

Forget to eat, forget to drink

Forget to speak, forget to think.

Observing thoughts wash down the sink

And losing hold of every link.

 

But yet, such life is in those eyes

A parent’s heart, of love so wise

The same woman who cleared his skies

No regret, just hope for sunrise