The Fever

	The Fever The engine roared As the plane skimmed the runway With that agonizing rumble Wheels burning As the wind lifted Me, amongst strangers, In her belly To a faraway land- A world of uncertainty, Erasing more than Two decades of life In the land That I thought I knew. With the beat of the heart A trepidation, anticipating What lay ahead Beyond the seas To a life obscured by A world of uncertainty. I closed my eyes to lessen The pain of parting. Startled by a tug Awakened by A little hand, of A boy around two. He looked at me With bright wide eyes That pierced into mine. I saw a concerned Young mother With an apologetic smile Beside me. The sight of her And her little boy Took me back many years. When I also was two. I Lay gravely sick, Must have taken Some white little pills Sugar coated they were That I mistook for candy Through feverish eyes Saw my mother Bent over me. With a wet cloth She sponged my face The doctor has told her Danger persists And only time will tell. She sat beside me All night long To watch over me And pray That my life wouldn’t be sealed Like the fate of the two sons Due to illness She has lost years back. My eyes opened wide As many hours passed I saw a sparkle In my mother’s eyes As she saw in mine A beautiful smile it was On her loving face To assure me That all was well. For many years It pained me so To see her grieve With any mishap However small That befell us— Her children. Her heart ached Along with ours, And when we were ill She moaned with pain. We were her life And to her, that was All that mattered. And whenever one of us Left her side To be on our own Wherever that may be, She grieved with her loneliness Unable to accept what she believed Was best for us. Thousands of miles I flew To a new land, I called my own And through those years Her message through others Persisted, Imploring me, If only, I could write a word To ease her mind To be sure I was well. I did not have time, Too busy, I said. It breaks my heart With so much remorse That I am unable to do so Now, That I have all the time To tell her, I am doing just fine That I have a wonderful life And miss her so much. Much sadness overcomes me As the awareness swells for the Endless grief I placed in her heart and mind.

The engine roared

As the plane skimmed the runway

With that agonizing rumble

Wheels burning

As the wind lifted

Me, amongst strangers,

In her belly

To a faraway land-

A world of uncertainty,

Erasing more than

Two decades of life

In the land

That I thought I knew.

With the beat of the heart

A trepidation, anticipating

What lay ahead

Beyond the seas

To a life obscured by

A world of uncertainty.

I closed my eyes to lessen

The pain of parting.

Startled by a tug

Awakened by

A little hand, of

A boy around two.

He looked at me

With bright wide eyes

That pierced into mine.

I saw a concerned

Young mother

With an apologetic smile

Beside me.

The sight of her

And her little boy

Took me back many years.

When I also was two.

I Lay gravely sick,

Must have taken

Some white little pills

Sugar coated they were

That I mistook for candy

Through feverish eyes

Saw my mother

Bent over me.

With a wet cloth

She sponged my face

The doctor has told her

Danger persists

And only time will tell.

She sat beside me

All night long

To watch over me

And pray

That my life wouldn’t be sealed

Like the fate of the two sons

Due to illness

She has lost years back.

My eyes opened wide

As many hours passed

I saw a sparkle

In my mother’s eyes

As she saw in mine

A beautiful smile it was

On her loving face

To assure me

That all was well.

For many years

It pained me so

To see her grieve

With any mishap

However small

That befell us—

Her children.

Her heart ached

Along with ours,

And when we were ill

She moaned with pain.

We were her life

And to her, that was

All that mattered.

And whenever one of us

Left her side

To be on our own

Wherever that may be,

She grieved with her loneliness

Unable to accept what she believed

Was best for us.

Thousands of miles

I flew

To a new land, I called my own

And through those years

Her message through others

Persisted,

Imploring me,

If only, I could write a word

To ease her mind

To be sure I was well.

I did not have time,

Too busy, I said.

It breaks my heart

With so much remorse

That I am unable to do so

Now,

That I have all the time

To tell her, I am doing just fine

That I have a wonderful life

And miss her so much.

Much sadness overcomes me

As the awareness swells for the

Endless grief I placed in her heart and mind.