I tell myself he’ll be okay
He’ll live to fight another day
But inside I know he will not
I look over at his empty cot
The love I fell is Immense
The phone it rings and my muscles tense
The bad news in a healthy sound
Through wires buried deep underground
I let it ring and ring and ring
The waiting is the horrid thing
Then the answer phone begins to speak
My eyes close and I feel weak
“He’s okay he has began to recover”
The words I heard from his and my mother
At nine months old it wasn’t time for him to go
But he’s still here which is great to know
The week in between the good and the bad
Was the only time when I heard my dad –
Cry over anything but there he lay
I was scared to ask whether he was okay
My little brother is now four
As I write he’s lay on the floor
Next to me and he says he loves me
That’s worth all the gold in the world
I think to myself quietly
By Samuel Murray