Tonight
he breathes a labored breath
he bakes in a fever of fear
my fear
I want him well.
I will it, because I can change this
By my own power
I can cool him
Bathe him in a shower
of peace
Bring him home to me.
Fever
Tonight
he breathes a labored breath
he bakes in a fever of fear
my fear
I want him well.
I will it, because I can change this
By my own power
I can cool him
Bathe him in a shower
of peace
Bring him home to me.
TLeeHoney
As a mother – I know this! You express it so well – the minute seconds, as you watch and wait with concern, spread out into light years! T.
danaatlee replied
Yes, light years is exactly how it feels. And when the fever breaks…pure relief. Thanks so much for your comment!
LindaR
fiercely we love ~ and a mother’s love ~ there is nothing stronger ~ we don’t know what lies within til we become one or what lies ahead in being one ~ well versed, thank you ~!