Sick
Raging heat wave,
soaring temperatures,
body burning up.
Heavy laden,
struggling breath.
Little eyes staring out,
must keep fluids up.
Few wet nappies,
hands fight,
pushing bottle away.
Blocked runny nose,
mouth open,
gasping for air.
Droplets of liquid,
slowly fall in,
the mouth opening.
Forced to swallow,
medicine finally in.
Peace at last,
baby sleeping
Copyright © Jacquelyn Nicholson | Year Posted 2013
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