Though it’s been a year.

Though it’s been so long

I can see it so clear.

I had run through the door

With a burst of pride,

Then daddy told me

That you’d nearly died.

I had just grabbed the phone

To call you.

But then daddy told me

What you’d tried to do.

I called everyone

I could think to call.

But no one answered

None at all.

So we hopped in the car

Mom and I,

And I was praying right then

That you wouldn’t die.

At the hospital

They dropped the bomb,

And as soon as she said it

I hugged your mom. I was hugged so tight,

As she told me

That you had to be alright.

They say your fine,

But the real you went away,

So sometimes I wish

That I could go back and fix that day.

Alica Hall