3.00am by Alison Cassidy

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3.00am

I lie beside you
pillow propped
waiting
for you to take
the next breath

I try to stop
my racing mind
and stuff
the old fear
like wadding
deep inside

the old fear
of croupy childhood nights
when David
stood on tiptoe
in the red cot
reaching for breath

and mum
in her nightie
poured steam
from the kettle

Alison Cassidy

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Patrick McFarland (2/2/2008 4:54:00 AM)
You manage to find the beauty in what for many would be a painful memory. An amazing poem all around.

Not a member No 4 (4/14/2007 3:45:00 PM)
I'm holding mine because of the tension you generate in this Allie! ! Brief, but so effective - stripped down to the bare essentials. Yon teacher had no idea what she was talking about, believe me! You write from the heart here, but a lot of quality processing power has been applied between urge and page to produce something this fine. xx jim

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