It’s Pneumonia Child Pneumonia

My breath – shortened
Blows your way
Didn’t reach your cheek, my love
Must you strain toward me
Urging my lungs to try harder?

We said the P as kids
Blissfully ignorant of shallow breaths
Or aching lungs
Or night sweats beading on foreheads
Covered by a lover’s trembling hand
Until the morning sun rises
Another day
My breath- shortened
Blows your way.

Copyright 2010 A Different Light

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One response to “It’s Pneumonia Child Pneumonia

  1. I rather liked your poem…thanks ever so much for sharing it.

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