To soon.

We sat together for hours, waiting.
Waiting for a sign, a symbol of hope.
Yet, we did not know the outcome.

My mother walked in at 6 o'clock,
bearing bad news.
Behind her came my farther,
Crying – it’s the first time i ever saw him cry
- And then my Nan rose,
With hugs of reassurance, and tears of her own.  
My farther sat next to me along with my mother
- My hands in theirs.

The clocked ticked on by.
Each second, minute, hour past.
And then at 10, the undertaker came in,
Caring just a white blanket.
A small blanket, to small,
To soon.

And now, my brother,
Carried out by a single man,
From what used to be his bedroom.