There I am, sitting by my brother.
Watching his heart monitor beep rapidly,



his heavy meads run through the tubes,



and his hand twitching on his stomach.

I left the enclosed hospital cell.
I start walking,
In a pattern,
Trying not to walk of the cracks of the titles.
I make a game of it.

As I wonder through the white halls,
I see this little girl, no hair.
She had tubes, IV's, and other colored wires hooked to her body.

She was wearing a blue hat.
She also has a purple hat in her little pink bag.

We spend many days together playing the white room,
thats along the white halls.

Her favorite game was Jenga.
I loved the way she would smile,
when I would knock down,
the

tower


of



wooden






blocks.

I came to the room one day...she wasn't there.
I sat in the white stained chair,
in the room,
with the white stained walls.

She finally came.
She had the purple hat.
She handed it to me,
I was confused at first,
but then I realized she was giving me the hat.

As she handed the deep




violet






purple



hat to me,
she said,
"I think you look beautiful in purple."

Now every time I set that hat,
on top of my head,
I think of her beautiful,
smile when i knocked the







wooden










tower












down.