Praying that soon her fever will break, I lay beside her in worry. I run my fingers through her hair, as she rests gently on my lap. Her hair is soft, but somewhat damp, my heart is racing fast. I feel so helpless, I am her protector, why can’t I make this stop? I run my fingers through her hair, why can’t my touch just heal? She starts to wake, and turns her head. She forces a little smile. My precious baby, she is so brave, I cannot leave her side. She looks in my eyes, and whispers so soft, “please momma don’t cry.” I wipe my tears, push away all fear, and touch her forehead again.
Today’s assignment was: Prompt – Fingers / Form – Prose / Device – Assonance
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I hope she feels better soon
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She’s good now:) I was thinking back to when she was ill a few months ago. Worst time is when your kids are sick!
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I like the imagery of you stroking her hair. That was a creative way to write about fingers!
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Thank you:)
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Thank God she’s okay now. hmmm 🙂
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Yes! Its always scary when your kids are sick:(
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I know! It is well.
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