I love my Mama
You come to visit me
I can't move
Or speak
Or see
But I know it's you Mama
I can hear your voice above me
Shifting my fluffy blanket
Reading me new stories
Telling me old ones
I can feel you above me
Stroking my head
Handing me flowers
Patting my shoulder
You smell like vanilla
The flowers smell itchy
Sometimes Daddy comes
He yells at me
Stamps on my floor
But I can hear him
Crying
Sobbing
Pleading
For me
To wake up
He is with me at night
And sometimes by day
He reads me the newspaper
New comics
Sports columns
He smells like ash and wood
His hands are rough
And big
Large enough to wrap around my wrist
Large enough to cover his face
He is kind
I love Daddy too
The people here are nice
I can hear them laughing
Telling jokes
Sometimes they check on me
Tell me what they did today
A boy with a voice like silk
Comes in to tell me the news
Which is not always good
But sometimes it is great
He cups my face
He smells like chocolate
With nuts
Almonds I think
His voice cracks
Sometimes
When he talks about the past
His name is George
A girl with a soft voice
Comes in with new games
I can't respond
She's great
She smells like oranges
She always brings one in
Her laugh sounds like bells
I think she is my friend
I hope so
Her name is Tasha
I love them
I have a lot of time to think
I think about the people I love
What are you doing right now
What are you eating
Are you thinking about me?
Daddy comes
He thinks about me
Mama comes
She thinks about me
George comes
George thinks about me
Tasha comes
Tasha thinks about me
I think about them
I think I'll wake up
Very soon
To go home
To come home