Fading Away

• Alyson James, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

The hot sun gleaming on my face through the window,
The smell of lavender from the bench swirling around me,
The texture of my pillow, soft, fluffy, comfy,
The sounds of the kettle boiling hot down in the hospital kitchen,
Getting up to the kettle, carefully pouring,
The hot tea burning my lips, as I take a sip,
I slowly turn my head, the television's on,
No volume, it flicks off,
Darkness, an unseen light,
I try to touch the remote control,
No feeling of nerves being hurt by accidentally touching the burning cup,
I slowly fade away… in this lonely hospital bed…