The sick child lays still and cranky
looking for the one stray eye to catch her gaze
feeling hopless and tied down low
her temper begins to flair
she wants to drink and eat and play all day
trying to explain that she can not for it will make her worse
she kicks and screams and throws her fits
mom feeling bad as if she’s no help
trying to do the best that she can
she try’s to hug her and compfort her
though feeling so lousy she pushes away and cryes and screams
my heart begins to mold feeling hurt and sorrowed as I don’t want to see her feeling so lousy
awaiting her to return to herself and return to accepting compfort from me
still wishing that my little girl were feeling good and healthy
with nothing to do but just sit and watch her sulk I lay close to her as possible as I may so that I can evaluate her time and intake of what I can get her to take in to her stomach again
feeling bad just watching her lye I hide in the corner with my own tears in my eyes
knowing it’s not serious but even just seeing her not feel well it tears me up within
wishing she were back to her normal and the stress of her temper were settled and silent
though knowing they won’t I try to breath deep for the wind to ease my stress beneath me
closing my eyes and thinking of a simple qiuet place eases my mind
then I can sit and bare a little more of her tourturing discompforting pain
with one last phrase I have on my plate
I say to my child
rest easy tonight
as I myself roll over to rest
I quietly hope for good mornings bliss
