 *** A Child Almost Four *** | ||
| Almost four as I lay in a hospital bed and watch the beautiful morning sun. Gently rising up to give rays of light and sunshine to a metropolis of people going about their day. With no thought of a little child almost four. Who fought the flames of fire and lost in the first round. The sun has gently kissed the night away. Till we meet again, I say. For sure the sunset will gently kiss the night hello until sunrise comes again. And, once again, I will be with the shadows of the night to comfort me as I lay and cry silently for no one hears the cries of a child almost four. Where the shadows of a hospital room become my only companions, I lay there in a position I cannot move from for my hands and feet have been tied to the bedframe to keep from losing what is left of a child almost four. I must lay in this painful position till I can no longer tolerate the discomfort and then fall into a painful sleep with tears running down the sides of my face, filling my ear canals with tears I cannot dry. The sheet below my head becomes soaked with tears from a child almost four. Nurses so sweet and gentle come to dry the tears of a child almost four as they change me into a new position. Again, discomfort and pain as the nurses ever so gently move me every two hours. Once again, I cannot dry my eyes from the tears that have slithered down my cheeks to my ear canals and overflow onto the sheet below my head for I cannot have a pillow to give me comfort. Comfort I will never know again for my neck, chest, arms, underarms, legs, and so on are burned when I was almost four. Grafted sites now add to the scarring, pain and discomfort from the flames of fire. Many surgeries will be needed to put this child almost four back together again who fought the dancing flames of FIRE! Now, I am fifty-four remembering being almost four and when I am ninety-four I will have survived GRACEFULLY! Maria Tereza Patterson
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