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Thoughts of the Passing Child
My hair today was unkempt, twisted with knots and unfurling braids, so maybe that’s why my mom was petting my head.
My hands were clammy, cold with a tremble, so maybe that’s why my dad was holding them so tightly.
I saw tears, please don’t cry, I heard wails, please don’t feel sad, I’m confused, but at least I’m not alone here.
My vision was blurry, the sounds around me fading quickly, so maybe that’s why the wails were my name.
My family loves me, I can tell by how they keep shouting for more people with the prolonging beep beside me.
I see looks of grief, please stop scaring me, I hear panic, please not so loud, I’m tired but happy, my room is never so full.
My head is foggy, I feel sick but I know I’m ok, as they say I’m going someplace better, with family that couldn’t see me today.
My family loves me, I can know by how they say they’ll never leave my side again until the end, which is a long time.

© AugustusElf