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Forever Ill

Colds, sore throats, Meningitis, Now I have the flu. Wondering will this ever stop? What do I need to do? Vitamin supplements I’ve taken, The guilt from work I dread. All these negative emotions, Whilst I’m lying down in my bed. The children they still need me, I can’t just lie here and be still. A mother’s job continues, Regardless of whether she’s ill. School runs still needs doing, Meals for the little ones too. Even with a husband, There’s still all these jobs to do. At least I will recover, In a week I’ll be back on my feet. I won’t stay feeling down, I’ll be too busy, there’s jobs to complete. But while the kids are out at school I’ll take my chance and rest This feeling of being ill torments The weakness I detest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 2/7/2019 11:04:00 AM
Welcome to Poetry Soup. I hear your pain, and I feel for you. Mothers never get to fully rest, even when they are sick until their children grow up, and then they are sometimes sorry as they insist on living lives outside mother's houses.
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