A picture falls off the wall
It’s 4:07 a.m.
An unusual cough from the monitor
Followed by 40 minutes of flailing,
Flogging, fear and loathing,
And finally a plea for a sign
That it will be okay
but
It’s that cough again, then again
The baby’s throwing up
Again and again
We wait it out on the couch
The sickness passes as
Daylight saving peaks
No answer
But fatigue has a way of numbing
It down