Illness, children, love, and breath
Oh, love, sweet champignon, you are forever ours and we are forever yours.
Teacups clutter the counters and tissues litter the floor. We listen to labored lungs and bear our own suffering in silence. Our little love is ill…again. Oh love, sweet champignon, you are forever ours.
We scoop up his small form. We rock him back and forth. We caress his forehead and place cool and compresses on his face.Oh love, sweet champignon, we are forever yours.
He calls for us. He clings to us. He has confidence in us. Oh love, sweet champignon.
The hiss of the shower is a welcome sound. Cradled together on the floor, we all breathe. Oh, love, sweet champignon, you are forever ours and we are forever yours.
This piece was inspired by Dave Karpowicz and his pieces that remind me to breathe. If you liked this short-form piece, visit The Daily Cuppa. You can find more of my pieces here.
