about when his mother went to the old age home

to the goblin that pleasant picturesque old age home just seemed like some slow engulfing merlin's cave, with those confined within through love ever to pass their last within its walls, and of course his mother, tricked in her dementia, is there in among the others who wait out their allotted time, though the thought of that bedridden vegetable that she has become crosses his mind often enough, affectionately too, with a tinge of guilt perhaps, as he witnesses what all this has become now, oh and yes, "it was her time", and "it was in her best interests", and whatever one likes to word is as, all true too, but somewhere deep inside the recesses of the goblin's conscience, he knew it for what it really was, it was merlin's cave where one is still loved perhaps but where one never exits alive

Reviews

[Crowley]

A sad truth. You have made a grave societal comment. With lives as busy as they are and money etc. it is a truth that gives way to shame sometimes. Great piece of writing.

[fleamailman]

"...thanks..." replied the goblin who promised to write more shortly, then adding "...it was all so many year ago now..."