Last week she told me she needed some mothering,

she couldn’t take any more smothering.

She said she needed some care,

she wasn’t bothered how or where.

She said she needed it quiet,

she couldn’t stand the constant fight

going on inside her head,

she wanted peace instead.

She said she felt so rotten.

She seemed to have forgotten

all those good times she had had.

It made me feel so sad.

There was so little I could do,

Lord knows I wanted to.

So I said: ‘You’ll be alright!’

I just heard

she died last night.

15-08-2010 om 04:26 geschreven door Anneke