Goodnight.

Goodmorning

How could I have known what sick meant

You were sick, been sick your whole life

Suffered your old life with

A smile

You thought I was afraid but

I thought you looked a bit like Pinocchio, when your sad eyes asked me

If I knew

What all those rubber tubes were for

And you waited in your old armchair for my answer, as I sat there about ten feet away

And spoke to you for the first time in days

To tell you that your breath was delivered in hisses by those rubber tubes

And you were sick, and I did not want to be sick so rather than give you hugs

I gave you smiles

Goodnight

You left me that night

You did not fall asleep but

You fell

And you broke your head on the

Cold Tile Floor

Goodmorning

They said I couldn’t see you

Couldn’t visit

And that I wouldn’t understand because I was a child

But I knew

That you would listen to me and explain

Give me an answer

But they said I couldn’t

See you

Goodnight

I don’t quite remember I was

Angry

My parents would call it

Tired

I was sent to bed early but

I cannot dream because

Everybody but you makes me feel stupid

Good Mourning

How could I have known what death meant

You had been dead, would be dead for the rest of my life

I have been suffering my whole life without

You; I was afraid

I thought you looked a bit like...No, you did not look like you or anyone when

Everybody asked me

If I knew

What that box was for

And I waited in my metal chair for an answer, as I sat there about ten feet away

And prayed for you in the midst of day

To ask if you had been delivered safely, and if your journey was frightful

And you were gone, and I did not want you to be gone so rather than give you smiles

I gave you a kiss

Goodnight.