Measles

Written by Gail DeBole

Pink polka-dotted skin stretching body-wide.
Bulges interrupting other-wise peaceful areas.
Spots of lotion and cherry-flavored tongue 
Comforting misery.

Across the room, stacked in safety;
Precious dollies that will be played with another day.
With forever smiles.

One last sniffle for the night.
A hankie is tossed into the glass that serves as a hoop.
Nostrils attempt to function, and a sudden cough 
Shocks the precious dollies. 

Their smiles remain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Kendrick Avatar
April 10, 2012 at 3:09 PM
Sad illness..I hope not now..This illness should not happen today..Sara
Eastman Avatar
April 3, 2012 at 10:54 AM
My son had the Chicken pox and this brought back memories. Well written.
Bauer Avatar
April 3, 2012 at 8:34 AM
a wonderful reminder of the measles, which were not so wonderful to have. your poem has captured that childhood experience very well, though, and brought me back many years.
Grisetti Avatar
April 2, 2012 at 7:08 PM
I remember the chicken pox being much more uncomfortable. Nice portrait of a young girl, though.
Debole Avatar
April 2, 2012 at 7:52 PM
Hi Joann - Thanks so much for your comment! Sorry to hear that your suffering was worse. Nowadays, thankfully, the children don't have to suffer if they just get a shot. Medical advancements are so wonderful. - Gail
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