What if?

What if?

After your heart has mended

your tears have dried

no longer 

cuddling with pillows

still holding his scent

your phone were to ping.

What if?

One last wish

one last breath held

heart flutters

seeing his name

trembling smile

could it be true

had he come back…..

to play?

What if?

Truth always told

second 

always you will be 

yet 

happiness

in world does bloom

selfish

you know

here you have been before

pain only

upon this path does walk

courting it

you are.

What if?

Could you forgive?

Could you accept?

No more time

less in fact

five minutes in life

an eternity in fantasy

eyes cast in agony

doubt frustrates

drawn back within

yearning

aching 

for his touch.

What if?

Could you

would you

should you

pain that path lays

loneliness

empty nights

littered with tears

empty bottles

liquid love

easing ache

you could do without.

What if?

What ifs 

a useless game

designed 

to frustrate

to employ

wishes

dreams

wants

desires

hidden deep 

taken out

as night blackens

stars atwinkle

wish upon one…..

What if…..

 

©Oct. 21/20

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Checking for Covid

I am not a doctor. 

***My way of checking for Covid is not endorsed by any medical personnel.***

 

Tember is not feeling well.

Sniffles.

Sore throat.

Wee cough.

Slight headache but no Motrin required.

No fever.

No aches.

No muscle aches.

I could go through the entire list but no need.

He is not infected with Covid but the stupidity of burgeoning malehood rides high on his shoulders.

 

I know how he got sick.

All weekend long the boy ran around in his shorts.

Went to his buddy’s and they sat around in the hot tub talking.

Then he walked home. 

I need to state he did not walk home with wet shorts on he carried those.

-2 with a wind. (33.8 F)

Five minute walk for me.

10ish or so for the child not moving fast.

Hit home when I was watching out the window for him worrying that it was taking so long.

 

When I wake him up I can tell that he is feeling under the weather.

And I cannot send him to school like this.

I had on Monday but it was not like this.

 

Me: Can you still smell?

T: Mom my nose is stuffed up.

Me: Can you still taste?

T: I don’t know.

 

And that is when my new Check for Covid app kicked in.

 

I had finished putting nourishing oil in my hair before going into wake Tember up. Which meant I had some on my fingers still.

 

Me: Do you want me to shove my fingers in your mouth? See if you can taste anything?

 

Tember did not even answer at first.

His entire face contorted with disgust as I burst out laughing.

He cracked his eyes at me while I howled.

 

T: Mom just no.

 

I can’t help it. 

My default.

Believe me my heart was racing.

My mind was going whoa a second what is going on?

I am rapidly cycling through contact outside of school.

I know that it is only a cold.

The look on Tember’s face when I offered the fingers was confirmation enough that he is suffering with a regular cold.

 

I did keep him home yesterday and today as well he is going to his dad’s for the day.

His dad’s week and I have work.

I will call the school and let them know he is out again today.

I would rather be safe than sorry and we do not want a Typhoid Tember running around town.

 

Have a Wonderful and Safe Wednesday all. 

 

©Oct. 21/20

Picture is my own.