Modern Poetry: When You Are Sick

Baby

You are my angel

But before I spread my wings

I was knocked down by the pain again and again

You are my angel

How I wish you have a healthy body

Jumping around happily in the sun every day

But how much Every time I wake up in the middle of the night

I will touch your little feet and reveal the coldness of the quilt

How many times I wake up from a dream

I will touch your hot little hands

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And the hot forehead

The thermometer was replaced one after another

It is an indispensable tool at the bedside

Antipyretics are prepared Bottle after bottle

It is an indispensable main force in the family

How many times have I looked at your delicate and frail body

Like leaves swaying in the wind< /p>

My heart is like a knife and my eyes are blurry with tears

But I can only turn my head to one side

Wipe my tears quietly

And then smile I’m telling you

Come and compete with mom to see who can take medicine faster

You cry sadly and in pain

Drink spoonfuls of the medicine End

Tears have silently flowed all over the little face

They have also wetted my heart

Baby

When you are sick< /p>

I should have been waiting day and night with 120,000 patience

But sometimes I couldn’t help but yell anxiously

Then I regretted it

Holding you in my arms and crying and choking

Baby

When you are sick

I will think of what they said

Children are all like this

It will be fine after the age of three

I am waiting with joy

Waiting for you to survive three years of vulnerability< /p>

And you are already three years old

You have not been able to confirm their legend

Baby

If you had wings

Just fly

Hold mom’s hand

Travel to the ends of the earth

Baby

If you can

What I hope to give you

is not the stars in the sky

but

the entire universe