Hack, hack, hack,
Hack, hack, hack.
He coughs. And coughs.
Sometimes
he doubles over
coughing,
and can’t stop.
Hack, hack, hack,
Hack, hack, hack.
Sometimes
while coughing
he’ll press his hand
against his neck,
or above his sternum.
I imagine
the sharp pain,
the taste of blood.
Hack, hack, hack,
Hack, hack, hack.
I’ve brought the meds,
water to take them;
bought more cough drops,
cough syrup, candies;
made tea, rice,
warm milk with honey.
I ask a question,
he just looks at me.
If he’s feeling good
he’ll roll his eyes.
Then close them.
Resting.
Hack, hack, hack,
Hack, hack, hack.
Hack, hack, hack,
Hack, hack, hack.
That certainly can be what motherhood seems like. Nothing works and you cannot take on the pain youself.
Ended up in the ER this morning. Everything’s fine, but sigh. Now it is just waiting for him to get better.
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