Fever
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
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
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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