I have a person in mind while I write this poem
She battled cancer for years and at first she won
But like the return of a storm and the vengeance of a brother,
when it came around again it overcame and overtook her.
So this is for you, I know you can see me from up high
I have finally found my chance to properly say goodbye.
I remember on the porch when we played those games
It was humid and it was hot and it was pouring rain
The pitter-patter on the roof was some kind of background noise
as we pulled out new playthings and brought out new toys
You were still a child at heart and you embraced it fully
(even though your siblings thought you to be unruly)
But after a while I saw the method to the madness
since your big goofy smile left no room for any sadness.
I didn't get to go back South when they said your time was running thin
I had to hear by word of mouth when the sickness took it's chance to win
I still have the drum they gave me when you died
My momma said you'd want me to have it, after she said that, she cried
I know it's your's because it's so your style
Though actually bringing myself to play it took me a while
But now that I'm stronger, holding it brings me more joy than pain
Because I play it when the storms roll by, and I play it to the rain