My 3a.m. poem

Jolted awake at 2am by your
bouts of
jagged, wracking, hacking, hoarse coughing
followed by
gasping wheezing sucks of breath.
I gently
prop you up
against me,
hold you close,
for as long as it takes,






10 thoughts on “My 3a.m. poem

  1. Really strong use of line breaks in this piece! The single word lines at the end look like the child sitting upright, feel like the pause between breaths or the slow drop-off back to sleep. Sorry the little guy is sick!


    1. That’s exactly what I was going for. I was wide awake after all that, so worked it all out in my head and then went back to sleep for a couple of hours and posted it after the next wicked jag woke us all up again.


  2. The ending of this poem found me holding my breath, too! It is so hard when our children are sick! I hope you are getting rest too!


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