To Catch a Cold

Five days ago the boy was taken ill.
There’d been a case of Covid at his school.
His parents tested him – they knew the drill:
a negative and soon a forehead cool.
In caution they conducted him by car
for deeper testing, through the hospital.
They swabbed and then awaited PCR
results. We isolated him until
we heard the happy negative. I read
to him that day at home, prepared the mac
and cheese. I hung with him on couch and bed
until his breath and stamina came back.
Now I’m not worried. I don’t feel so bad.
But this might be a case of what he had.

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