The Cure Poem by Christon SykesSmith

Where is a cure when you need one
Oh, there you are just in the nick of time
But before you cure me please treat my son
He is the only one I have the only one I call mine

But Sr. he is already dead he is in the sky
No he can't be it's all a lie
Calm down for he has sprouted wings and is ready to fly
He was the water to my plant without him I will wither up and die

It's ok no don't cry
Why not my son is dead
Because we do not have the cure and soon you will die
So just accept the fact that he is gone and lay in bed

So I will be with him soon
You will be gone by midnight
Please open the window so I can see the moon
Looks like he is ready to join his son in flight