7th march

Ill in bed with flu - can you tell Im a trifle needy !

Mummy tea, mummy soup, mummy hugs

My gift for being ill.

 

You do it all so well,
Putrid pauses in-between sighs
Worried glances over your shoulder
Is the doctor here yet to take over
Your dutiful care now done

 

Palms caress my brow
Whilst fingers recoil at my disease
Your lips kiss my eyelids to sleep
But you hold your breath
"We wouldn't want the germs to spread"
What if I vomit all over this bed mummy dear

What then

 I learn ways of getting you to care

Mummy tea, mummy soup, mummy hugs.
I  preferred nanny pasties actually.