sick bed

on the sick bed 
time is an ailing companion
hours and minutes
drag their feet
in grudging sluggishness

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on the sick bed, I long
for my mother's cool touch
drawing out fevered pain
mothers know magic 
who can doubt that ?

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on the sick bed she lay
and the world around her
after fussing for a bit
went about its day
the way it always did 

finding her alone
in the darkened, hushed room
her ailing body pulled her into
that long awaited conversation
her aching limbs, fevered pores
her breath, blood and bone
whispered their stories to her
while the clock ticked in pain

she healed 
and the world called her back
to methodical madness
glad she was but then 
for sometime, she had the sense
of having come to  hair's breadth closeness
of some truth and that now
it has slipped away