fever

flush of fever
with cheeks on fire
eyelashes tear-wet
as she looks up
miserably
time rolls back
to past times
when dreaded tooth
pushed through tiny gum
and weary mum
held and rocked
and stroked hot skin
soothed and sang
with calpol and cuddles
and carried her off to bed

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