The Feverish Child
written by: Sandy Rochelle
I slept as a feverish child as you surrounded me in a bed big enough for an elephant.
Touching my head- holding and nurturing me.
You were palpable.
I chatted incoherently.
You seemed to understand my ramblings.
I heard WW2 planes overhead.
And heard the voice of James Stewart as if he was you.
You placed a cloth on my brow.
Your voice became a shared anthem.
I heard you – saw you and felt you.
My sleep was one that reversed time and place.
We changed our lives as we turned base metal into gold.
I moaned as you held me and led me back to a past long gone.
I slept in a feverish pursuit of life before time.
I rolled from side to side and you pampered me.
My face red – my body useless.
My life not in my control.
What is this alchemy.
Where do I belong.
On this side of eternity.
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