Death Stood Over My Bed

When I was eight
I dreamt about death
standing over my bed.
A skeleton
Draped in a white veil,
When I was nine
It almost happened.
I was sick for a year
I slept-
My mother was angry-
And then she cried.
If I died
what would become of me?
Would I become a vampire?
Or a ghost?
Haunting my mother-
Telling her that I loved her
And that I was sorry-