The Voice Poem by Aly Williamson

I can still hear her voice,
the voice on the answering machine.
I was so little, I didn't know what to think.
Everyone was crying around me.
Dad, Mom, Andrew, Krysten.
Mom and Dad left to go see them,
they left us behind.
They finally let us go see him in the ICU
He covered the gunshot wound with the pillow.
It all made sense now.
All I knew to do was cry.
He held me as we both cried saying "I'm okay; everything is going to be okay."