I'm Deanna!
I was seated on my bed, Writing stories in my head. When the whispy curtains fled, From the window near my bed. My cat jumped from my side, When a light made me wide-eyed.
January brings a new year to flight, as the big clock strikes exactly mid-night. Februrary holds candy and love all day, And not to forget, my special birthday.
-You laugh at her now, the little theater girl. Just wait, soon, she'll be making her bow. -She walks home from choir, singing songs in her head.
She swept in. Cold and pale. Gray as tin. Whispy and frail. She hushed my thoughts. Blew in the wind. Her hair tied in knots. At me she grinned. She never whispered a word. She was clear.