When I sneeze I please
The little gooey dudes –
I'm shaking and I'm tired,
They're tired ‘cause they're shaking.
I'm sick, they never felt more alive –
The population grows like
After a war. I was ill before,
But never like this.
Give me a soft kiss
While I close my eyes.
Maybe a feverish dream
Will make them go away –
And you, darling, will you stay
Beside my bed, holding my hand
And whispering sweet nothings?
- Author: anna_noday ( Offline)
- Published: December 8th, 2021 03:51
- Comment from author about the poem: I hate being sick :(
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 26
Comments3
It’s a sad write
Get well soon my dear friend
Hope to see you spring back soon
Well written though
Thank you 🥺 I try my best ☺️
Now THAT is nursing... sat by your bed comforting you by holding your hand.... thats caring and devotion, sharing the anguish of illness.
Aaaaaaa ttt-- chooooo... oh no...
😀
Nothing worse than man flu, though I'm thinking you'll not milk it the way I do. Speedy recovery.
Thanks ☺️
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