Annie Monologue

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping, signaling the oncoming spring. Isn’t it amazing how they know? That just around the bend awaits weather with promise. I hum along to their melody, but it’s more of a whistle on my end due to the tubes inserted between my nostrils but still, a sweet noise. I hear someone trotting down the hall, accompanied by the clickety clack of a moving cart. There is a knock at the door. “Hello in there? Am I to find a Miss Julianne or a parakeet sleeping in the bed?” Even with the grogginess of having just woken up, I am sure to always know the owner of that voice. I love Nurse Annie’s voice for that very reason.
“Hey Miss Annie, did you know spring is coming sometime soon? The birds told me,” I say. “I can see you’s spent some time together.
Don’t have much else to do now that I ain’t working down in the chilluns unit no more. How them baby boys and girls used to make me smile. Well I’s toiling them chrysanthemums now. Oh, my sweet girl used to love them chrysanthemum’s when she was younger. She come here one afternoon, when I told her I knew how to throw the perfect tea party. She sit out on my swing chair and watch me fixing my chrysanthemum’s, telling me it was her favorite flower. Telling me out here, she feel well. I’m cut off from my thinkin’ as I hear a rustling coming from my back tree. I walk on over and see some little blue egg shells on the ground. I’s excited now. I take a look on into the nest, but see no baby bird to my confusion. Now, no baby bird that I know just goin’ to get up and fly. Strange. I walk on over to get on back to my toiling when I see it. A pearly white looking baby bird sittin’ in my swing chair, staring up at me. It don’t move when I bend on down to meet it in its eyes. And all teary eyed I look at that sweet baby bird and