My Last Memory of Him

I remember the day that dad passed away, my last memory of him I had to be around like three or four, he was in his hospital bed I was walking in the halls, oh, it felt so dark and cold Fear took over me, I didn't want to be So I tried to put on my bravest face, as I told myself not to cry As I faced my last memory Mom was waiting for me in the hospital room, she knew he would pass away Everyone in the room looked worried and sad, the moments were filled with grief Dad was filled to the brim with tears, he didn't look like himself Fear took over me, as I began to see, dad dying in front of my very eyes I wish I didn't have to hide, as my final memory I shouldn't have been brave, maybe even strong, I don't care if I was only three Despite my dad wondering where I was, and every force of nature pressuring me I never went in that room, to say goodbye At the end of the day, I have to move on, but it haunts every inch of my mind Though I have no idea how I'd do it, I just wish that I wasn't scared