Again
work quickly to stop the blood
his little head seems to empty
and its just a little play-gym cut
but he wacked it hard.
I press the dirty dishtowel down and
dial 911
with the other hand
keeping the 3 year old close by
careful not to move the injured boy
police arrive
and then I go green
he says
look at your stove and count to ten
that's all the time you have to freak out
we need you here.
unreal
ambulance ride
and hours in those hospital lights
so glad to be home
both babies in my lap in the dark
not even a concussion but 12 stitches later
wondering
how many times
we'll do this again.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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