Tuesday 18 September 2018

Tuesday Poem - Sniffly Cold

A snail trail tracks across his jumper
A nose unblown or wiped all day
That peaky pale not quite right look
Large eyes and sad demeanour
A cough that rattles bones
Sneezes exploding through the air
Tis the season to catch a cold
Sharing germs here, there and everywhere
Little red cheeks and a fevered brow
Listless, restless, sleepy boy
Do my best to keep his spirits up
Plenty of fluids and plenty of rest
Bad nights sleep and early mornings
Not wanting to eat yet hungry for comfort
And once his bugs are tamed
There's that tickle at the back of your throat
That dying energy and blocked nose
Share and share alike



Claire Buss is a multi-genre writer and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find all her books on Amazon. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

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