You
In the darkness of 4 a.m.
The sadness of death rings through my ears.
Unbearable pain drops on my face
As my mother lies weeping in my arms.
Why? Why now? It’s not time.
We have so much left to do
So much left to say
You can’t go away.
You were just here yesterday
Laughing, teaching, encouraging.
I am who I am because you were here.
What will I be now because you are there?
From joy and happiness
To pain and uncertainty
All in one day
Devastation is just one hour away.
I’m the man of the house now.
I see you in my dreams.
Yes I’ll take care of the girls for you
As you vanish with packed suitcases in hand.
No one will ever get over loosing you.
It’s just day by day
Picking up the pieces
And pushing through.
I will become the man you taught me to be.
Get the education, “Leading the path to the future,”
As you would say
So you will be proud of me on graduation day.
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