by Kelsey Anderson

Created on: May 24, 2008

I turned eight today
In this hospital bed
And I am alone

I hear Mommy
And she is crying
But I am alone

I squint my eyes
Trying hard to see through the heavy fog
Only to find that I am still alone

Someone is waiting on the other side
Whispering reassurances
Beckoning me, pleading
But I am afraid

Such a familiar voice
Like an echo I've heard many times before
So distant, yet so near
I don't want to be alone

I am brave
Mommy tells me every day...
Tentatively, my pale fingers
Reach through the cool, misty barrier

Soft, warm hands
Envelope my own, icy fingers
And a pool of light washes away the mist

I am no longer afraid
No longer alone...

I turned eight today
And received a very special gift...
My very own set of angel wings

Mommy would be so proud
That I decided to be brave

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