Seven! Six!
One day, the mother does not turn the timer. The child looks for it on the counter, in the drawer, under the sink. She cannot find it. The countdown has ended—not with a ringing bell, but with an absence of noise. The poem closes with the child realizing that the timer was never keeping track of the medication; it was keeping track of the days left. Now that the days are gone, the timer has vanished. countdown by grace chua