Hear her coming
Down the stairs
Pilllow in hand
Stumbling past kitchen chairs
Climbs into bed
Utters a whimper and whine
Sinking sense
That a good night's sleep, will not be mine
Hour after hour
Tossing, turning
The fever's back
Her head is burning
Attempt to comfort
Attempt to hold
Pushes my hand away
And begins to scold
She won't admit to feeling ill
She says, she's, "FINE!"
At least, until...
The throbbing starts
In her little right ear
"Hold me Mommy!"
Just as I feared
The weekend, of course
Never fails
Will we get an appointment?
As she begins to wail
Some Tylenol
A sip of water
Fitfully drifts to sleep
My precious daughter
Thirty minutes later
Up again
I trust we'll sleep once more
But when?
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