Wait

Why did you leave?

62 is much too soon...

I heard you cry as you looked upon me...

I wasn't asleep...

I never heard you cry; I couldn't bear to look...

For my tears were staining the sheets to...

You had me bring you home as soon as you knew...

Why did you believe I could take care of you?

Yet in those brief months I learned much...

Of why I was...

Because I was your son...

You smiled when you said good-bye, as I left your room...

You came that Friday to tell me you were ok, take care of mom, and what I heard it was all to be...

It was, it is...wait please...let me find out with you.