What's The Rush?

Woke up in a nightmare

Called reality at 0337 hrs.

Mom was screaming -

Like a pig about to be

Slaughtered.

She couldn't speak clearly

And it took my dumb brain

A while to understand.

Other end of the phone

Everyone was crying,

Ferociously.

Mom's phone was malfunctioning

And soon went out of order.

I thought grandma's soul had

Crept its way and lay at rest

Within the android os.

Felt like the climax out of

A Stephen king novel where

Grief overshadows liberation from

Fear.

She was dead

And I was alive.

We put on our clothes

And zoomed past traffic signals,

Wind beating down unkempt hair

Calls being made to relatives

But the facts refused to sink in.

We arrived deftly

To find 4 adults and

A child weeping.

The ambulance was late

But came with a doctor

Who wrote the death note?

Tears flowed, mostly fake -

Yet some were real.

Her heart, it was written

Gave out.

In death, her posture was congruent

To the bed's shape.

I learnt it was her birthday that day

And she'd kept aside slices of cake for

All of us.

Suxxs, I'd love to have shared that

Butterscotch cake with her.

Tell me, God,

Why couldn't she wait just a bit

Longer?