Hope, you better stay back awhile.
Don’t you maroon us to our doom.
See, Grief is standing at the door,
Waiting for you to leave the room.

You and I don’t see eye to eye,
I don’t keep stock by you these days,
But now isn’t about our scores
We’ll settle those in other ways.

I need to be present with him.
No time for me to figure out,
How to deal with what may pass.
No time for us to fool about.

Stay with Mother when I step out.
I know she’s steady and she’s strong.
But in a moment when she’s not,
She’ll need your gentle push ‘fore long.

And, when he’s up for minutes few,
When he looks for a friendly face,
He may not recognise me then,
So you must sit there in my place.

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