Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Late at night
Middle of the dark
In a quiet, still house
She screams

"What's wrong?"
Asks her mama
Hurried to her room

she says.

All the radiation, anesthesia,
Chemicals meant to kill what's in her
But only the bad parts

she says.

She crawls between
Mama and Daddy.
It is warm. It is safe.

Mama curls around her,
Her breath warm on Baby's head
Baby smiles, and sleeps.

Late at night
Middle of the dark
Making no sound at all
Mama screams.


Kristina said...


(Deep breath.)

That's a bad dream, Mama. A bad, bad dream. I hope in the morning light there is some laughter to chase that horrible dream back to the shadows.

karen said...

My 3-year-old is just now learning to sleep in her own bed. She is healthy, and still I wake with a start at her every movement. I can only imagine the feeling behind your silent scream, but I have tears of empathy streaming down my face.

jbgrinch said...

big hugs, to both of you just a big warm hug and no more monsters