One Last Time

• Carolin Cao, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

Spell your heart in words I hear
That overpower dementia
Cherish me when I break down
So my dying spirit doth not frown

One last time, ere I wilt
I hear your voice’s gentle lilt
You call me Mother since your birth
Now, even as ‘her', I am no longer worth

Pray
No one; especially you
Should do us apart; that only death should do.