Somehow I Knew

I remember it well
My grandma came through the door.
She didn't say a word
But I knew what she was going to say.

I wonder how I knew?
I was only seven, maybe eight years old
But something inside warned me something was wrong.
And I trusted it.

When she told me he died,
I didn't feel surprised.
The deep sadness had been there
Since the night before.

When he walked out that door that night
I felt something telling me to call out
Something telling me to yell for him to stop
And not to go any farther.

But like a fool, I said nothing
I let him go anyway.
I didn't heed what called to me
I let him die...

What was it that told me?
So many years later, I don't know anymore
Why hadn't I heeded it's cry?
I can't answer that either.

Now today, when I hear that voice
I heed it everytime.
I've saved those I love from tragedy.
I just wish I'd listened to it sooner...