I know what to say
Theres a well up ahead
Take me there now
Not right here instead...
I close my eyes and wonder where you're walking to right now
Is it light I want to know I need to ask you how
Imagine you are back with us you'd see your body still
Maybe there's a want in there but not a bloody will
It's gone a little quiet now I need to hear your voice
Your little cough assures me it never was your choice
Stop... I understand it now, you had to swing my way
To leave us all behind you knew you had to go today
Well I'm not very happy with this choice we didn't make
We have to come together for just every bodies sake
Punching in the numbers in my phone I had to break
Some news I'd rather turn around and throw into the lake
I'm going to take you with me if you'll only stick around
There ain't no way we'll ever leave you lonely underground
Your smile will return someday a younger looking face
It's there for you to wear again... well you know, just in case
I know what to say
There's a well up ahead
Take me there now
Not right here instead
KF
A very difficult poem to write. And I have acknowledged it. It's incredibly difficult to see a parent sick, even harder to see them go. I'm proud of how it has brought us all together. I'm proud of how we've all coped. I was told by a friend to give ourselves time to get through this. Time, it's a precious thing. K