No Coin For The Ferryman

It should have been a flaming June,
But the deluge was never still,
The days were waiting the summer sun,
The hours for a way to kill.

We carried no coin for the ferryman,
As we went to visit her there,
She was lost and we were losing,
In a world that didn't care.

She asked us "am I dying",
We told her a needless lie,
She bade us love each other,
She bade us both goodbye.

And death did not come easy,
It was fight while minutes last,
For what do you leave but memories,
When the rush of life is past.

We stood with the rain in our faces,
It was masking the tears as we cried,
For we both felt shut and empty,
The day that mother died.

For my late mother Diamira Gant