Berceuse
Berceuse
Wizened, premature skin,
Shrivelled muscles, on verge of crumbling
A comatic figure; helpless, at the mercy
Is awaiting the disposal of her soul
In bed, under medical surveillance
Adamant, grandma is living and holding
The residue of the sand of her time
Firmly, avoiding any of them to fall
She is urging; she wants to rejuvenate
And stay closer, holding, her progenies
Undissuaded, although dissumed by
The melodious berceuse, composed by death
To let go, of the detrimental pain of her body,
And inhabit the afterlife; she resists
Determined to live more for us
Eventually, the berceuse gets the upper hand
And grandma, knowing the futility of trying,
Is powerless; as her body heat dissipates
Forcing her soul to depart; her memories,
Her epic on earth remains unforgettable