The blood-curdling scream as I hold her tight,
Her legs and arms wrapped in mine,
Hold still little one,
For it’s only bloodwork, and it will be done soon.
If I could put her anxiety in a bottle,
I would throw it deep into the ocean
Never to return.
When something strikes that certain note,
Deep down, and tickles her mind,
Belly-shaking giggles erupting,
Lighting up her face and my heart.
If I could put her laughter in a bottle,
I would keep it under my pillow
For a rainy day.
The night-time cough, the hacking cough,
Seconds become minutes become hours,
Piercing through the silent night,
The sound competing with my beating heart.
If I could put her cough in a bottle,
I would give it to the researchers
To find a cure.
When I walk into a room and see her face,
Whether after minutes or hours or days away,
That smile, radiating from her mouth, her eyes,
Filling my soul with unconditional love.
If I could put her joy in a bottle,
I would share it with all who suffer
And save the world.