Rumpus rumpus

I wasn’t worried.
I wasn’t worried.
I wasn’t.
But when the pediatric cardiologist
gave us the all-clear,
such a sweet rush of relief came over me
and the tears prickled so hotly in my eyes
that I knew I was a big fat liar.
Of course I was worried.
Normal life handed back in an instant,
so splendiferous and ordinary
and marvelous.