Ending Her Days Poem by Phil Soar

She sits in her chair, while the day ebbs and flows
In pain from her head, to the tips of her toes
And where her mind wanders, well nobody knows
As her memory lapses, her will to live slows

Nobody can help and the strain causes grief
And no matter the cause, there seems no relief
And our anxiousness echoes our religious belief
That the lord will determine if her days will be brief

So she sits without noticing who might be calling
It's Autumn, and the leaves in her mind might be falling
But the pain for the family is almost appalling
As the days seem so long, and her life may be stalling

One day there'll be nowhere for her to sit down
The pain will be gone when there's no-one around
She'll return to the earth, and be free of sound
Of nothing but nothing, and her peace will be found