The MRI

Driving you back from the doctors
On a frigid winter day
When you were six

You threw up

I pulled over

Took off my shirt and
Wiped you clean

Putting my coat back on
Over pale skin

You’re eleven now
Nearly as tall as me

I am seated near you
And this giant machine

At this moment
You look as small
As you were on that
Frigid winter’s day