Monday, November 23, 2009

H1N1 (A Poetic Reflection on Swine Flu)

Babies coughing

trouble sleeping

needing cuddles

moaning, weeping


Juice at midnight

up at dawn

laundry’s whirring

Daddy’s gone


Games tomorrow

books today

Soup and crackers

prayers to say


H1N1

Achy, dripping

hacking, then some

tea for sipping


House a mess

the fever stays

Hold on, dears

Just a few more days.

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