To Be Virgil

I was their Virgil He told me Not that the Farm Was a pit But how much more hellish Could life be Than right after Loosing Your oldest child To the disease called Addiction I tried to offer Every comfort Every respect Every word of wisdom In my repertoire And when they needed space To cry Breathe Be I backed off I literally guided them Around campus I put myself As gate-keeper Between them And the community Extending condolences Sharing memories So many people Me, trying to keep From letting them be Even more Overwhelmed They were So full of questions I tried to answer Everyone And so he dubbed me Virgil Dante’s guide through hell