The Copper Coin I remember everything as if it all happened yesterday How happy I was after a perfect summer with my mother. It fullfillled my needs at the time Leaving her struck me with melencholy. But there was more depressing moments coming to me, I, a little girl, had no clue of. I looked outside the two story hotel The street lights glazing the damp roads My eyes focused on the beautiful view, My mind deep in thought It was yet another year before the next visit with my mother I soon saw myself walking into a huge building My ears opening up wide: I listened to the many noises and high pitched voices I watched in amazment, as crowds of people surrounded me and my family We stepped into a glass elevator The differant shimmering colours glazing my little body I could feel the butterflies swimming in my stomach, As the elevator went up At that time I didn't understand, If they were there there because of the heights; Or just the fact of being in a hospital Water was creaming the silver and copper coins, In the small pool My father than looked at me with empty eyes, He handed me a few copper coins, "Wish for your grandma" he replied "She's very sick with cancer" Those nine words ran through my head, As the the coin hit the water I wished only for the best My family and reletives sat desperatly in the waiting room Solemn expressions on their faces All we could do was, sit, wait, dream, wish, and.....hope A sickly paleness crossed our faces, as the doctor came into sight We were lead to a small red wall room. A thick silence coated the room Sufforcating us, making it hard for us to breath The doctor soon with a trembling face replied, " Mary's gone, She's dead" Many of the children shed tears. I wanted to cry, yet my eyes remained dry. I wanted to moan, but my face seemed paralyzed I couldn't explain it, Did i even care? Slightly glancing around the room As a cold sensation envoked my body My body numbed, I couldn't do anything except think Searching for the answers, I am yet to find. Kim Farnquist
Reason for writing:
My grandma passed on when I was nine.I am still confused
why it had to happen, why it was her. I dedicate this to the lady that taught me morals and to let her know she's
always in my heart and forever will be missed.
Love you grandma, now and forever.
Birth sign: Leo
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