Death Bed

Alone 

in a small room,

In a blue gown dress,

Supine on a white bed,

My silver hair lay on my chest.

A table with little notes,

And balloons strung to its drawer,

A soft nudge and they all 

fall,

Scatter across the floor.

Small smiles stare up at me,

Little laughs and lots of love.

Lying quiet,

Not a second of sleep,

There's too much to do,

Time always creeps.

So before it's too late,

Listen close,

For when the pain finally abates,

My eyes will forever be 

closed.