The fever's taken over now
Her milky cheek burns red
Glossy eyes in restless sleep
Beside me in my bed
Her breathing comes uneven still
It rattles in her chest
A cough escapes from deep within
I pull her to my breast
My fingers stroke her gentle curls
And sweep across her brow
Wishing I could take upon
The ill that holds her now


  1. Your verse paints an image in my mind; a feeling in my heart; and a lot of memories :-) Your poem is simple but says a lot!


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