I glance at the clock
each time she cries for me
it comes in 15-minute increments
the clammy pale face
wih sunken eyes
looks at me with desperation
"goodbye, Mommy" she says
sure that death is upon her
red flushes accross her face
as her body wretches out this sickness
i rub her back or hold
her warm hand in mine
until exhaustion overcomes her
and we both begin to drift
only to be awaken
15 minutes later.
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