Poetry

I have this friend.  She is a poet.  Every time I hear her read one of her pieces or read from her blog I'm inspired.  Then I wish I could write like her.  Her name is Amy Leigh Cutler.  You need to check her out.  Just click on her name...and be inspired.

So...with my inspiration, I wrote a poem.  I'm no Amy, but I haven't written in a while. (And by a while I mean over 15 years...HA!)  Here it is...










Emma Was Sick Last Night

Emma was sick last night

Vomit

Every 25 minutes from 12:45-3:45 and every hour after that until 8

I laid with her on the pull out in the living room

I cleaned out the bucket, fetched water and tied back hair

We tossed and turned trying to sleep until the next episode would have us up again

I cleaned out the bucket, fetched water and tied back hair

I rubbed her back and pleaded for the sickness to be gone

But like clock work

I cleaned the bucket, fetched water and tied back hair

I was up with the others early for school hoping to have had a more restful night

But as someone has told me before

A mother's work is never done

Emma was sick last night