I sat up in bed
With a cold in my head
And stinging in fingers and toes
I’d been asleep for a week
Feeling sick – couldn’t speak
And constantly blowing my nose
My breath was a bit off
And I had a bad cough
And I struggled to shower and eat
I’d been at a loss –
I could not give a toss
Why I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) get back on my feet
All I could do was feel badly
And ugly and sadly
Struggling to walk to the kitchen and back
But Mum said I must try
To get better – but why
The intention to get well I lack
I hadn’t enjoyed time in bed
With a cold in my head
And stinging in fingers and toes
I wondered; what can I do next
To better reflect
My cheerful nature – oh, watch as it grows
See, I was too happy
To spend time feeling badly
And ugly and sadly and such
I had a spring in my step
I was not done with yet
I loved the sunshine and outdoors too much
So I ran and I played
And gambolled and raved
At the slippery slope and the swing
With my friends together
My voice back – so much better
We would stumble and rumble and sing.
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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