Inside a Hospital Room

A slight breeze from a freckled face
Gently moves a white blanket
Atop a white gown
On white skin
In a white room.

My grandmother is asleep for now.
Her breaths are water, my ears a sponge.
The sounds create a symphony I wish would never stop playing,
But even the best musicians grow tired.
For now, I can just listen and admit that
Life is short.


Love you Nanny.