Get Your Premium Membership

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 © | Year Posted 2009




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things