Care 

Herein you lie, a dying child 

dressed in blue pajamas. As if 

second nature, I pass on to you 

a creamy tomato broth 

decorated with one mint leaf. 

All home-grown. 

It is the thirtieth 

meal I’ve crafted for you 

since the sickness started 

and despite my best 

wishes, as I return 

to our garden, I think: 

God, why 

has this become just 

another January day?