To be sent into an eternal slumber,

I lay quietly below the surface of 6,

The familiarity of the wooden woof,

And the soft sounds of my breathing,

I count my blessings quietly,

My mother’s embrace, one of warmth,

Enough to fill any child with love,

Many times, it felt she was a mother to all,

For that was her blessed gift to the world,

And one needed indeed,

The playful sounds of children in the park,

Right outside our small house, there was,

I’d hear the games they play and joined them,

I was afraid of the silence, filling it was my goal,

There, despite having only just met, we were all friends,

My teacher who had taught in the first grade,

A lovely woman indeed,

My tears would always be wiped by her gentle hand,

Her reassurance served me well, so long my gratitude,

So long my serenity,

The friends that I grew attached to,

Their faces now slowly fading,

Our memories were most enjoyable,

Sneaking out of our classes,

Living out all we could before the law restricted us,

My little furry companion whom I adored,

She had the softest coat and came to sit beside me frequently,

At times, I found myself sobbing,

She would sob alongside me,

We’d bask in our comfortable silence,

The building,

I believe was made from stone—wood?

My walking paths are now sand,

I cannot tell what had happened,

Someone would ask for my name, and I’d stand silently,

My name, now a fragment of loss,

I would best believe it began with an “L,”

Perhaps a “Y?”

And the color I wore, blue or green?

My eyes have slowly turned from white to black,

I try to work, but it won’t fix,

Ironically, only solace greets me and not panic,

I know I would be panicking, a funny thought,

Blessings, I forgot the word’s meaning,

How foolish of me to forget what I had been saying,

It is only me talking, is it not?

So why is it so hard to focus on even myself alone,

Alone, I forget the word’s meaning too,

And soon I now do not speak,

I close my own slowly, shut out forevermore,

And try to remember where I am