Baby's cryin', cryin', cryin'
Rocking you in my arms
Baby's burnin', burnin', burnin'
Racing to the hospital
Doctors are checking you now
Following doctor's orders, taking her home
Cool, wet towels, on her body and head
Rinsing her, trying to cool her down
At a different hospital now
Rebecca is rushed away
Surgery forms signed
Hours like years spent waiting
must be feeding time
hmm, too early, feeling lonely Rebecca?
ahhh, mommy's here.
cradling you to my chest
there, there, darling
ooh, you're so hot
poor sweetie, you have a fever.
where is that damn thermometer, anyway?
101?, 101., 101!, scared for my 'becca now.
yellow lights a blur
frantic, baby's feeling hotter
almost there, you're gonna be okay
'becca, mi vida, mi amorsita
you have to be alright.
I'm told not to worry, 'becca's got the flu
doctor is so cold and clinical
his passion straight from a medical book
he doesn't love her, maybe doesn't care
the only warmth here is my 'becca
now at 103.
return in 24 hours, I feel relieved
I have direction now.
dips in the sink, gotta cool Rebecca down
but you're still so hot
burnin', burnin', 104.
she's crying so much, miserable, me too
I wish I could do something, so helpless
Oh God, there are bruises all over her body
looks like she's been beaten
my beautiful 'becca! no!
vision blurred, taste of tears on my lips
vague memories of avoiding traffic
while holding a damp cloth to her head
her skin evaporating the water quickly
please 'becca, you're all I have.
no time to waste now, she's at 105
Physician looking grim
tells me Rebecca has meningitis
swelling of the brain
a spinal tap might save her
they said 'might'
I'm falling to pieces.
living through hell
hours before I know
that bright little Rebecca
with that smile that tugged at your heart
has burned away.
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