Posted by adamswife on September 12, 2007
Sick Days – How I Hate ‘Em
O the nausea, O the pain,
O the cantankerousness of my brain
I want to do all the things I should
Mow the lawn, chop the wood
Take a walk out in the sun
Diet and exercise can be fun
But my body says “Don’t go,
You need to stay close to the john, you know.”
So I curl up with my blanket and book
A warm pad for my tummy in a cozy nook
And hope that nobody comes to see me
Because I am cranky as cranky can be!
The care that I crave exceeds any other –
The loving touch of my angel Mother.