Little Jonah

by Dacey Flame   Aug 4, 2009


Be still, baby brother
Little Jonah, still fighting
Not long, you will lie down and
Let them poke, prod, stick

You will be on the head of a mountain
With the things they're giving you

You've started molting, it's cute
With lilac warpaint under sleepy eyes
Face puffed with a tube or two
Running to you to the machine

The look of exhaustion visible in your skin
I know I silently let the tears fall
You're missing tee ball, we don't remember

It's nobodies fault you're sick
But we'd give ourselves for a cure
Save, Jonah

8-2-09

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