surrounded by my children
large and small.
Couches are full,
T.V. turned on,
movie time.
The cupboard is empty of bowls.
They wait, in the sink,
to be washed . . .
again.
I made Mom's Chicken Soup,
jello (three kinds)
and
a jug of sweet tea.
We are almost out of tissues.
The little one asks,
"Can Daddy go get me some Puffs?"
I spoon in purple medicine
and pass out white tablets.
A cool cloth.
She scowls,
looks at her brother
and accuses,
"He germed up the cereal bars."
Coughs.
"I bet he licked them."
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