Haiku: The Wind Cries Pukey

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Saturday night I
realized: We’re sick again.
John came home Sunday.

He was set to leave
on Monday. But then a change.
He’d stay through Wednesday!

A loss of money,
but a blessing in that he
could take care of us.

Monday night, the boy
was very restless, needy.
John was at his call.

Braden cried out so
John went to soothe and comfort.
Sick, I stayed in bed.

But, by monitor,
I heard gagging and choking,
struggling to breathe.

Before I could think
I was halfway there, body
propelled to his side.

My kid was trying
to pull a Jimi Hendrix.
Heart attack for me.

Much adrenalin.
Later, while attempting to
rock him back to sleep…

My body trembled.
So much at stake; every
moment is fragile.

How will I ever
Be able to let him go?
This wisdom eludes.