When the fever came, it swept him off his feet
Right onto the couch, where his scent lingers,
along with sweat stains and half used tissues.
It's a high fever, on a day of high stakes and
Anxiety as tall as the ceiling.
I caress his burning skin,
Desiring to absorb his heat, and free him from the pain that keeps him bed-bound.
I pray, and cry to the God who always hears.
Who takes my eyes off the fears of tomorrow and leads their gaze to the gift of today.
The kindest of charity,
To hear his weakened voice call out:
"Mama, would you cuddle with me."
Such joys fews moments in life afford.
June 1, 2024
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