somber days of colds and coughing
chills and ills and raspy talking
sneezes and wheezes needing
chicken soup eases
if only for awhile
a slight smile
to bequile the one i love
but heaven knows i've lost my glow
instead i am quite pasty
and none too hasty to get up out of this bed
i rather just cover my head; pretend i am dead
and wait for resurrection
i wonder if i showered
i would get back the power
to wash my hair
for i still care
about my locks 
i know 
i will tie them up with socks 
take them down when they are dry 
have some curls 'cross my eyes
to hide these dark circles
(now tinted black in shades of purple)
let me just take another nap
so i can dream of sitting on your lap
as we swing o're the glade
and drink lemonade
a summertime enchantment
without any entrapments of
winter's woes
excuse me while I go and blow 
the reality out of my nose
i don't want to expose you
to my snot
but that's about all i've got
left
except for this loving feeling
that goes on even when I am ailing
with this cold
so if I may be so bold as to say
in my own way...

aaaachoooooo!
i love you

katherine
1/3/08