Dug My Grave
Dug My Grave
Engulfed in sadness
Jumped out of my skin with the phone ringing
'Have bad news' voice other end shaking
'She passed away, a few minutes ago,
I'm so..so..sorry to let you know'.
Denial, disbelief, fear, sorrow
The gamut of emotions like arrows
Pierced through mind, heart, tearing me apart
Cursing myself for a wrong decision from the start
Followed their advice put her in hospice
Was I right in being so cautious?
Her end was nearing was quite obvious
She could have met death more glorious
In my arms, not amongst strange faces
A sadness that to my grave will chase
I could not even bid her goodbye
What kind of a daughter to her was I?