A poem for sick children

A short one from me. A memory of holding my little baby girl after work when she was sick. I love the words heart-sorry and heart-sore and use them frequently in my writing.

Heart-Sore

I cradle you sleeping
Learn the rain on your lashes
Know the lull in your snowdrift
Sup your scarlet face
Place a cool hand on your cheek
I'm heart-sore

Angeline King
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Published in Community Arts Partnership, Threshold, 2021/22