Now a widow with a failing heart
Faltering steps, feeble voice
Empty eyes wait for the final act.
Her three daughters in distant lands
Possess husbands and stately homes
They hover around her
It’s her 80th birthday!
Laughter and chatter
Speeches and songs
Food and gifts piled high
What a shabby rented hall, older than the birthday girl!
Like vultures eyeing the prey
Circle the three round their mother
Narrowed eyes and vacant smiles
Bejewelled hands with claws trained to tear
Death, that knows no bonds
Ah! So near and yet so far……..!