Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Sickness

With her fevered brow and pink cheeks

She clenches her tiny fist

And holds tight to my shirt with all her might

Her strength ebbs and fades

But the fist remains clenched

To her new found security

I kiss her forehead and feel the heat

It radiates with unnatural power

As her head pushes closer to my chest

"I know honey!" I whisper

As I begin to rock back and forth

Feeling impotent to her tears

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