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Sick
by Joan SerratelliShe's been sleeping
on the couch
all morning long
too sick to work
or even go home
It worries me
because she's been sick
for too long
tells me she's going
to the doctor
tomorrow
but I worry
she just won't bother
I love her so much
she has no idea
of just how
worried I am
She's moaning
and groaning
in her sleep
restless not restful
she's too young
to be this sick
She's my baby
the one born last
Please G-d; help her
get through this
It rips me apart
to see her this way!
03/16/2009 Author's Note: My daughter is sick. We were supossed to be watching her son today. Instead, we are watching her1
Posted on 03/16/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/16/09 at 05:01 PM Although I don't know what it feels like to worry about a child, I do know what it's like to be sick and and to worry about other loved ones such as my parents. You captured the semi-helpless feeling you get when you can't do anything but love them to help them along. Well done. |
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