Kin

grandma's singing in the bedroom it's a near forgotten lullaby that she used to sing when I wasn't well father's outside chopping firewood like he did when he'd been drinking or when he and mom were at it again grandpa's rocking chair is rocking I can hear the wood complaining and the idle taps as he empties his pipe I do my best to just ignore them but the sound always finds me despite them being dead and gone I hear them all the time I hear them all the time I hear them all the time I hear them all the time I hear you all the time I feel you in my mind I cannot sleep, but I'm tryin' I hear you all the time