Scared Without You

I was five years old, with two little sisters
One a year younger than myself, the other premature
Sitting on the end of the bed one morning
my sister was cold as ice.
She was wearing one of my older gowns
having a small tear in the back of it.
She keeps calling out to me that she was cold,
of course I was too busy watching that all famous
Roadrunner show with great curiosity .
Not knowing or even realizing that she was backing up
into the fire that blazed in those old open faced heaters.
When suddenly her gown caught on fire,
flames blazed all the way to the ceiling as she was screaming.
Fear of what was happening I awoke my mother
and she took control, for she had been up all night with our little one.
Tired as she was...she took a quilt and wrapped my sister in it,
called my Uncle and before I knew it they had gone.
Me and my little sister there with Grandma,
waiting for some word from my Mom.

Quiet words were spoken around me, not knowing
what was happening. I thought my middle sister was dead.
I screamed with shrilling fright, knocking off anything in my way.
I was in shock, I wanted my sister. I loved her, and it broke
my heart to think that she was gone forever.
My Dad suggested that he take me to see her, because I would
not believe that she was in the hospital.
I thought they were lying to me.
The next day...My dad came home, got changed looked at me
and said “Are you ready to go see your sister.”
Well the answer was of course “Yes.”
It seemed that the ride took forever. Lost as to where I was.
All I could see was this giant building in front of me. Carrying
me from the car, He stops at a door that was locked. I asked daddy
“What are we doing daddy?”

At that moment, my dad called someone on the phone.
“Is she awake.” he said.
Then he hung the phone up. Lets go we don’t have but a little bit.
I asked him “Why daddy?”
He told me that I was having to be snuck in to see my sister
as the Doctors said that I could not see her! I was too young.
He explained to the Nurses that I was freaked completely out
and thought my sister was dead. They agreed to sneak me into
her room.

As I was carried over to what looked like a giant baby bed
surrounded with plastic on the inside railings. I looked down
to see that she was {ALIVE}.Covered in Ice...all I could see
was her face.
This brought great relief to me, for all I could do was say
“give my sister to me.” of course they couldn’t. But being so
young I didn’t realize that.
She looked so strange to me.

Later on in life we realized that she was being
overdosed on all the drugs that were pumped into her.
She would talk about that time and tears would
stream down our faces.
Today she is a strong woman
of strength. Her life could inspire
anyone to keep on keeping on.