In the cabinet with the soap
Where we would keep your medicine
They prescribed to clean your blood
When you were all infected
Dad said you wouldn’t make it
My daddy said you wouldn’t make it
You looked so small in your robe
Swollen knees, breathing oscillating
And I swore I saw your ghost
visit me that night in fever dreams
And I asked if you would make it
cause daddy said you wouldn’t make it
Don’t be sad
Don’t be sad
Mommy
Don’t be sad
Go to bed
Mommy
Melissa
Go to bed
Sleep now
Mommy
Don’t be sad
Sleep now
Sleep now
Sleep now
Sleep now
Sleep now
Sleep now