Wednesday, 9 July 2014

My sleeping beauty

Home from school today.



Indeed you're not too well at all.

You as good as collapsed this morning,

Into my arms.

I gently touched your pale face,

Only to tell immediately that you were hot.

And so with medicine and bucket,

And window open,

Back to bed you went.

To sleep some more.

To wake thirsty. So thirsty.

With pins and needles.

Your throat hurting too.

Then after a drink,

You just lay.

Quiet.

And unable to keep your dark ringed eyes open,

There in amongst your soft cuddly toys.

You slept again.