THE LONG WAIT

 

My Dad had cancer

And from the moment

He had to succumb

It was thirteen years

Before heart failure

Was to take my mum

She was so unhappy,

Partly because

His passing left her numb,

But not only that,

She was angry because

She was the lonely one

He wasn’t supposed

To go first, he was supposed

To mourn mum

So, at her funeral

I smiled to myself

Even though I was glum 

Thinking about them

Reuniting and the bollocking

That was to come