Never Sick

I've been sick today.
Head's whirling.
Heart too heavy.

The love, Mother—
her touch,
gentle and soft,
I never felt.

I keep my quiet
when I am sick.
Don't bother them.
It's hurting.
Their constant nag.

She must not be thought wrong.
Mother is sick too.
She can't nurse me.
She works.
It's stressful.

Father works too.
He is too distant.
Lives with us,
but not close to us.
Mother is tense.
I can't increase her worry.

I'll look after everyone.
I don't need to be nursed.

Ouch!
It was sharp.
The nails pierced my ribs.
The pain...
like never before.
Is it a seizure?

But it feels calm.
Why is everything so beautiful?
Again!

I see lilies.
My hands...
they are a baby’s.
There she is.
The flower.
The lily.

Wait!
Wait for me.
I will make it.
May I?
Please?