A sonnet a day for February 2014 - day 9 - Home. Health.

Prayers for my mother who's sick and in bed
Woman who reared me. Vomiting and pale
I offer water, wet rag for her head
I'm used to her strong, not weak and this frail

She is resting and warm, gray is this day
Maybe come rain, clear the sky of this smog
So she breathes and sits up easy and gay
Sleeping myself, clear my head of this fog

Change linen and basket, feed her some toast
Tired, reluctantly drinking water
I know healing will come. Rest she needs most.
Alone in the house, mother and daughter

She will get better, I know this is true
This is not easy, this fighting the flu