The gentle chest rubs you gave me as I laid in bed sick
The delicious but hot chicken soup that burnt my lips as you spoon-fed me
“Sorry my baby” – your caring voice
You blow air onto the spoon as you attempted to fed me again with concern in your eyes
As I felt warmth of the puffy blankets you wrapped around me
“Get well” – your soothing and assuring voice
As you plant a kiss on my forehead