Summer is inching towards me like an insect. Hours ticked as slowly behind the dull red institutional clock. Summer is a chance to explore: it is floating in the sweet, warm air ready to fall in the soft grass, or having your fingers permanently pruned from all the swimming in Sarah’s pool; summer is freedom and that little voice inside of you that says “go, go do it, be free”. Summer is an ocean of excitement swirling in the bright sunlight; but most of all, summer is no homework.
I also wrote a poem called Yesterday. Enjoy!
Yesterday she was lively.
Yesterday her eyes shined with
a thousand colors.
Yesterday the chirp in her voice
made everyone smile.
Yesterday her hair swayed
in the cool breeze.
Yesterday she felt like she could fly in the wind
like a bird set free,
with nothing holding it back.
But it is not yesterday,
and now I am watching her
lie there silently
as the hospital lights flicker on and off.
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