Short Sickbed Poems

A stomach virus laid me out,
My husband down as well
And then we were surprised to hear
Somebody ring the bell.

Two bags delivered to our door
With Gatorade and soup,
Saltines and even Alka-Seltzer,
Quite a sickbed group.

Our son arranged to save the day
With Amazon – the Prime – 
To help recuperation
And give fodder for my rhyme!...

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Looking Out My Window From My Sickbed

Longdead treeshadow 
Creeps across the face of a nurse-white house

Immortalized in sunlight
A mantis
Stealthily

Touches the shattered eye;
A window at the bottom corner of the wall

 Makes it more aware

 I am watching it
With cool interest
To see how much it knows or cares
About the spectator
Watching

Through the eye of its companion....

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   How does a Wallenda fly on a trapeze
     How does ‘Houdini’ escape with such ease   

   How does a warrior rise from his sickbed
     Is it courage of the heart or that of the head

   How does a marathon runner persist
     in howling pain from a severe ankle twist

   How does a fireman jump from six stories high
     brush off debris and say, ‘Nothing’s awry’

   Is it courage of the heart or that of the head ~
     or perhaps heaven's hand overspread
...

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As the yellow-orange  sun  slowly rises
Memories of your class's  fun  flood my heart
Thoughts  run  to your teaching and enterprises

You brought those  tiny  guppies to our class
A creative  shiny  diorama's great art
 Sunshiny  person and dedicated lass

You  lifted  us up when you said
All the  gifted  books available we'd outsmart
Sad you to your death  drifted  from your sickbed      ...

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