When you are sick in bed
With an array of wrinkled pillows ’round your head
It’s like “get through another day.”
“Get through another night.”
But nights aren’t really that bad
When you can watch the sunrise
Lighting your window
Or contemplate the world outside.
You can choose to have visits
From each of your children
As they come to you in multi stages
Of their young lives, laughing or
skipping rope.
There in the dark their smiles greet you
They may even be up to old antics
But all is fair
As you make it through
another night.
© Shelly Sitzer, 2016
Mrs. John Webb, being nursed when sick in bed Engraving by M. Burghers, ca. 1700 from Wikimedia Commons |
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