by Justine C. Tajonera
In the middle of the night,
my son opens the door
to our room
looking for
me.
His head and neck are hot
from a fever
but he doesn't cry.
He lies down beside me,
content to be close by.
After an hour,
he turns to me
and makes a request,
"Water please."
My heart breaks over
his politeness.
Dear one, I would bring
rivers into this room
if you asked me.
I would haul the moon
with strings and
make the stars dance
to ease your fevered
sleep.
If my embrace and a glass
of water
is all you want,
here is my heart too
and a kiss
goodnight.
For Badger
(Feb. 20, 2010)
Image from http://www.flickr.com/photos/bergius/77596187/
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