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