A Dead Memory

I waited nine months for you
You were going to be my baby brother
And I was going to be your second mother

As I painted your four walls blue,

I knew it couldn't be true:

When our dad came in with eyes of sorrow,

He said you wouldn't make it by tomorrow

Our family of five would be back down to four

And by then, I couldn't bear it anymore

Who knew our mother's womb

Would become your future tomb?