- sitting here -
I’m sitting here
with you
mum is a candle amongst the dead
your daughter is all pain now
the high ceiling makes me calm
i don’t know what to think of God
your prayer is habit
i’m still learning how to walk
sitting here with you not knowing how to
your hands are beautiful
your eyes just lost a daughter
you show me your scars
you filled them with gold
80 years old and now new ones
you’re going to be buried with
— children and parents, let’s grief.
you take my hand
- sitting here -
I’m sitting here
beside you
you're a candle amongst the dead
your body for the first time freed
the high ceiling makes me calm
you believed - we all had God
my prayer is getting better
still a long way to go
sitting beside you not knowing how to show
show them your hands
show them the way you prayed
show them your scars
and the years in between
the bravery they buried you with
— children and parents, let’s grief
I’ll stay