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.