Hannah Lyons

Sick Days

Throbbing from my temple to my toes
No Remedy is enough
Temperature over 103
Certainly there will be no school for me.
Sick days.

Aches set in as the late morning comes
And mindless day dreaming turns into sleep.
Dreams come in and out of my mind
As I come in and out of a peaceful rest.
Sick days.

I awake abruptly to a voice
As well as a warm bowl of chicken soup.
The broth travels and warms me
A feeling that couldn’t be topped.
Sick days.

Evening sets in and so does reality
I long for days to always be like these.
Relaxation and rest is just what I needed
 I tell myself that it’s time to come back.
Sick days.


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