GREY

Grey skies, grey mood.
illness around in every room,
Children sick, not nice  to see.
The Joys of motherhood,
come with me and
let me count the ways.
sickness, temperatures.
vomit, dirty bedding. holding hands
rubbing necks, soothing tears.
exhausted, Just a bit.
waiting for them all to stop.
So I can catch it, then mom
is on her own. cos moms aren't
supposed to get sick.
GREY SKIES GREY MOOD