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