she senses my restlessness in her spirit
nothing common about a cold to this woman
when it comes to her child
she ambles into my room
in the sleep walk part of the night
humming a tune
her voice
a burgundy rich mellow alto-soprano
soft and soothing
her hand
farm raised
calloused
warm
rests on my forehead
come on and drink this here lemon tea
I sit up
sip and swallow till the last drop
I lie back rested
all is well
that’s love
that’s love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and loving write, Jacqui... very nice! ! Brian