I want

I want all my pictures hung up beautifully and prettily 

I want the books found and stacked 

I want both of my childrens' beds made high and fluffy with thick comforters and pillows and stuffed rabbits and sunshine 

I want my room painted pink with a tall pink and red flowered bed I have to crawl up into

I want all new clothing soft flannel yellows and dotted things

I want never to see or feel this again 

I want no ceiling

I want fresh air

I want clean square ice cubes

I want no gifts 

I want no drugs to dull me you think I'm better on them but I'm just more shut up so I don't bother you but it's not better

I want no cold only palm heat sand drench my feet 

I want this taste gone

I want a fat cat to lie on my back while I lay face down on a large clean comforter that's a peace green with white embroidery 

And Bach

I want my mother to make it so

I want this to end but I can't see it