It came – that what we had been praying for,
Then Oh! How we wished that it had not!
We prayed that God would grant her peace
As we knelt beside her bolstered cot.
“Please God, take away her dreadful pain,
Her suffering and all her sorrow”
We did not realise that pain would shift
That we’d feel the guilt upon the morrow!
Her eyes now free from all the tears;
Her heart now free from all the pain;
No more she has to watch the door
And pray he would not return again!
He had taken all her dignity;
Taken her possessions and her cash;
He tortured her and beat her up
Then tossed her out like some piece of trash.
Left her in a home where none would see
Said she was mad – her mind was gone,
He left her with nothing – just a quick goodbye
He turned his back and just moved on!
Perchance we finally found her there
Bent, broken and in so much pain.
We thanked the Lord he’d left her there
So we could be re-united once again!
Oh! How that Home lavished her with love
She grew in strength and confidence
When she realised how safe she was
With no more fear of punishments.
Four more years she lived in joy
With family, friends and staff all round.
She learned to love the simple things
In this new life that she had found.

Her time drew near so we gathered close
Then prayed to God to ease her pain.
Now at last as she rests in peace
Her ‘beloved son’ can’t hurt her again!

(Dedicated to Cora's Mother)
01.08.08