this week you lost three pounds
you refuse to eat when you're sick
your little body burning with fever
curled under so many blankets
eyes wide and glassy
it's not that i like it when you're ill
it's that i relish it when you are my baby again
small quiet needy
with aches that only mama can soothe
still.
you heal quickly
a blessing
back to your wild gestures and your big feelings
your legs too long and energy too grand for my lap.
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