Excuses...I Have None
To take your last breath, did I make you wait?
I’m so so sorry Mum, so sorry I got there late.
They said I was ok to go home, the nurse said so.
I held your hand all night, but then I let it go.
‘Get some rest’ they told me’ ‘go home’ they said.
I sat beside you all night, I sat there by your bed.
But then I went home, they said that would be ok.
‘There will be no change in your Mum, not today’
And so I went home...then my brother called me.
My heart it sank, ‘Mum please hold on' my plea.
I drove back like a madman, every light to ignore.
I babbled prayers to god, I hated myself, I swore.
From people’s faces, I could tell that Mum had gone.
Please forgive me Mum…as excuses I have none.