My Mother

on her last days of cruelty my mother asked me to get a gun stash in a closet to help the way out of suffering and I a coward not wanting to finish the rest of my life in jail talked to the doctor to provide her with morphine. he told me can not do that it may accelerate her departure. but you told me she was terminal a matter of hours or days and why the agony. make it peaceful religious bastard as she never pretended to wear your cross. an atheist she was a good person always there to give an hand and you wash yours. you lost me there as baptized on the insist of a religious father who had no hesitation to abandon his brood with no loaf of bread and for sure no fish multiplying except with his new wife. may be I sing a tune to the wrong crowd but can you blame me as I was never put on earth to hurt any one but sure got my share of blows