I wake to the sound of mama crying,

and shouting words like "no you're lying".

"It can't be Robbie oh please God no."

These are the words I hear from below.

I tip toe out of my room to see what's going on,

hand on my mouth to cover a yawn.

I listen carefully to the grown ups speak.

Down the stairs I quietly sneak.

It's my big brother Robbie they're talking about.

Some of the words I can't figure out.

What's a hit and run what's it mean.

"Mama, papa tell me please."