Long Healthsick Poems

Oh Well Maybe

When I was sick and in my reclining chair
With the remote tucked in my _curve
Box of Kleenex in reserve

How I longed for the freedom of the out of doors
To run across the meadow of spring
Blow, sniff, only dreams

To touch on the Japanese Magnolia's buds _blooms
Enjoy the aroma of the wafting scent of the Narcissus
Feel the delicate softness of the Daffodils golden flowers

Grandmas, baby sitters, and pastors' wives don't have __noses
All red from blowing the crud that has accumalated
They are a joy to be around almost float on air

That wonderful angelic expression on their faces
Oh! Where is that box of Kleenex
Blow sniff exhaustion

I need some sleep and rest from the hacking
Maybe one more nap and I will be cured
There was some orange juice but my sick husband drank it all up

Oh well!....Maybe