November 24, 2007
a night with my daughter
Coughing, over and over
fear, bordering on mania
the dark of night brings the most extreme thoughts
as dawn breaks, the imaginings become unreasonable and frightening
a product of sleep deprivation, piled on top of worry
the echo doesn't stop, panicked little face, as she tries to halt the caving and jerking with each cough
bruises under four eyes, as mother and daughter search the face of the other - silently begging for relief, for sleep
three hours in the clinic, two prescriptions, pity chicken nuggets...
Neither one of us can wait for bedtime tonight.
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