Goodbye Yellow
He said he saw
his dad die.
it wasn't nice, he said.
Dad wasn't doing too good,
So he kept saying, it was
hard to listen and not say go away.
He was trying his best
to stay awake for him.
so he kept right on talking;
Dad, he said, don't
keep holding on.
In his eyes he could tell
Dad couldn't be here anymore.
Refuse started to come out of
his mouth and nose
Dad I forgive you
for all you have done.
You can die now.
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