Just A Kid
05-06-98
There she smiles from the bed at which she lay, New sheets and blankets, Changed at 6 oclock every day,
A window to look at, A squirrel seen climbing a tree, She watched amazed as the squirrel ran free, Wow to be a squirrel popped up in her mind, or maybe a bird, that would also be fine,
An imagination carried her many places both close and far away, She held her teddy close as her mind pondered of play,
The room brightly white and lit by the sun pouring right in, illuminating her day," Mr. Sun, good morning again, "
Warmth on her skin she felt as she ate her cafeteria style meal, She hungered for the wind and a breeze that was real,
An oscillating fan was all she could feel, Because on the fourth floor the windows were locked, Many coats of paint kept them sealed,
How wonderful she thought, Just to have legs to run, She remembers the days that she had played in the sun,
9 years old with her life spent in bed, her mind is a playground away from cancer, Her playground is created and kept inside of her head,