By Gala
Date: 25 November 2000
Chicken Soup of a Sorts....
Not another word---
get in bed,
pull up those covers
and I don't want to see more
than your nose, eyes and the top of your head.
Here---Tea with honey---
and later I will ply you with soup,
maybe some ginger ale and jello,
and you will let me fuss a little,
smooth your blanket,
cool clothes for your brow
when it turns hot.
You don't have to be great company---
I'm this many years old,
and can entertain myself.
But love,
you are burning up,
and for once it's not my love
bringing you to a low simmer.
Orange juice---
vitamin c,
and in a few days,
you will feel better.
And then sir,
you are in trouble.
But for now,
sleep my love.
I will be right here when you wake.
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