My Sickbed

I couldn't tell what he was saying
Standing there by my sick bed.
He was holding up a dollar;
As I tried to clear my head.

"We sheared all of the sheep today.
This dollar is for you.
Your lamb had such a nice, thick coat
Of wool, the finest too."

I was nine years and never
Had a dollar for myself.
I watched him wink and tuck it
Very high upon the shelf.

I wondered what would happen
If it was I were to die.
Would my sister get my dollar?
I was much too sick to cry.

My mamma came with Jello and
A cool cloth for my head,
Saying softly, "You'll be well soon,
As I waited to be fed.

I don't remember how I spent it
That silver dollar of my own.
Perhaps I shared it with the others.
Bought us each an ice cream cone.

But I remember Daddy as
He tried to make me smile,
And my mamma as she whispered,
"You'll be better after while."

By: Joyce 7/16/06