At the crem

It was cold
At the crem
Where my mother lay
Cold and dead
 
I thought of the times
When I could have gone
I should have gone
 
Over to the cold
Dark house
By the moor
 
To spend an hour
At most
Before she tired
 
And dropped away
For good
 
I didn’t ask the questions
I should have gone
To ask
 
I was cold now
In the crem
Where my mother lay
Cold, now dead