“Her timing was impeccable,” Amanda said,

When she told me that her mum was dead.

I mumbled words of weak condolence

As she shed some silent, angry tears.

 

Yet her grief seemed somehow heightened

By the frustration felt by those of us

Still lumbered with this mortal coil.

“Why did it have to happen NOW?

In the middle of this Easter rush!”

 

Let’s not beat about the bush!

Living is tough! There are bills to pay.

There are always hungry mouths to feed.

Death is awkward and gets in the way

Of what our busy, close relations need!

 

So, allow me to pick a quiet moment,

When nothing much is going on,

To finish off my earthly rhyme.

 

Lord, let me die at a convenient time!