It was snowing that day

It was snowing that day.
My brother jim knocked on the door.
My eyes were already opened.
I had been watching the snow fall.

It covered everything: trees, streets; cars.
The clock read: 7:13
He said "Mom called, let's go."
I hadn't slept yet.

Tears covered my face.
They shook to the ground as i hurried to dress.
My eyes burned with the sting of sleeplessness.
We hurried to the hospice.

We arrived and shook off the snow.
Mom was crying, sobbing.
My father lay still.
His eyes never to open again.