A Memory From 2015-Contest
Thoughts of last year turn to the quickened beat of my heart
to learn that my grandchild was ill, and we lived so far apart.
"Mom, can you please come to us?" That's all she had to say.
Two hours later, I told my desperate daughter I was on my way.
She greeted me with flowing tears, with a hug she held on tight.
She told me of the illness that kept the baby screaming all night.
Blisters on his tongue, inside his little mouth was raw and red.
Nothing soothed his pain. It was much worse then I dared dread.
A viral infection; hand, foot and mouth and a low grade fever.
Poor little baby and my daughter, I knew I couldn't leave her.
Nothing to do to help him, it just had to run its course in time,
but doing nothing made me feel like I was committing a crime.
No food could he consume and with great effort he drank water.
To quicken his healing I would have given up myself for barter.
Two days before I arrived, this pestilence held the child in grip.
My daughter stressed from worry, her own health began to slip.
Three long days and nights, we tried our best to keep him calm.
Thankful for the moments he slept when we held him in our arms.
The morning he smiled, he must have wondered why we cried.
Prayer and faith in God got us through the time we had to abide.
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January 9th, 2016
My Abiding Memory Contest
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
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