I was told to prepare for your end
on the sore steps I cried
The staircase became my sanctuary
Elbows creased with puffy eyes
You were sent away in June
Hey Father
I love the sweet sound of your voice
Running through my head
I hold back the tears
That you memories would bring
You were sent away in June
How hot it was that day
You looked so cold; lifeless
I was scared
Being in your presence on your deathbed was painful
Once you were gone it was a blur
Sleepless nights followed
Family soothing
House filled with food
Your face brought tears
Mama grew weak
There had to be a rock
Brother saw others
Sisters drew back
I became distracted
Distant at that
Anything to fill the void
That
You were sent away in June
