Haiku

I had a different post planned for today, but my sweet girl got really sick, and it kind of threw this week for a loop… Soooo here’s what I have instead: a somewhat lame but also truthful poem about being the mom of a sick kid.

Your little child clings

coughing and warm with fever

begging with her eyes.

 

It kills you inside

when there’s nothing you can do

but cling back tightly. 

 

You listen to her

wheezing and soft whimpering,

wishing it was you.

 

But all you can do

is comfort and ride it out.

Basically, croup sucks.