Those Days Back in September

I remember those days back in September,
When the smoke of an angel’s wings
Brought down daddy to his knees.

I remember those days back in September,
When a slippery tear divided my face,
And mama’s screams were shattered glass
Cutting my veins.

I remember those days back in September,
When sleeping was no longer a choice.

I remember those days back in September,
When at night, in my dreams,
I would write on the walls a promise made
To a nightmare and rose.

I remember those days back in September
When hospital’s hallways felt more like home,
Unlike stepping into my house
Where darkness and sorrows had taken control.

I remember that last day, years back, in September,
When grandma no longer came home with us.
She belonged to him and we had no saying in it at all.