a mum’s vow

ink on paper, hand on heart
we all must die – so give me a head start.
i’ll skip along ahead and ready your room
six feet under, i’ll prettify your tomb.
when it’s your turn, i’ll unlock the soil –
the quicksand will churn, your bell will toll.
you’ll find u have perfect eyesight, and no need for food
but if your worries haven’t ceased, u have died a fool.