Old and almost bedridden now,
Mrs. C mourns the death of her brother in law
whose passing no one told her about,
thinking her too frail to bear this loss.
He was a toddler when I got married,
I brought him up, he had no mother,
he would cling to my legs,
asking to be picked up.
When my first daughter was born
He'd insist on carrying her
Though he was pretty small himself
He'd be very careful.
I lost that daughter some years ago
And I survived that loss, didn't I?
And my husband as well, two years ago
And I'm still here, aren't I?
I'm going to die sooner or later
(and I'd rather it be sooner, lying here,
watching the fan go round and round
is no great fun, let me tell you).
What would it matter if I went then,
When my brother-in-law died?
The whole family thought I wouldn't be able
to bear this last loss....
They meant well, but how I wish
That I could have seen him one last time
And sent him on his last journey
With my eternal blessings.