Sick Child

*Shell*
Secretions of and evil liquid flow down his nose,
Forehead as hot as a newly lit fire.

Aches and pains running through his head.

I'm holding him, trying to comfort him as much as I can,
Nothing is working, nothing is helping.

Cough and wheezing,
as he lay his head down to go to sleep,

I put a cold cloth on his head,
trying not make a sound or a peep.

What an evil presence that has overcome his body,
what gives god the right to do this do a child.

Filled with love and faith,
Not a bad bone in their body.

Yet is seems like a punishment comes upon them,
When the secretions begin to spread.

Leave my baby alone, dear presence of sickness,
I shall take fault for all wrong doings.

Come upon me with those ill feelings,
Let my baby, laugh, play, and enjoy, in peace.

Published by *Shell*

A young mother of 1 and expecting. Currently a stay at home mother enjoying the time spent with her son and husband and working on freelance writing, and freelance transcription.  View profile

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  • *Shell*3/25/2010

    It is to say the least, the most awful thing as a parent. Having to watch your child suffer, and not be able to help them is pain!

  • Jesse Schmitt3/25/2010

    a sick child! nothing must make you feel more powerless

  • Jesse Schmitt3/25/2010

    a sick child! nothing must make you feel more powerless

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