The Battle With Heat

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She is different;

She’s acting strange.

I should not be ignorant.

Don’t wait for change.

Is she better now?

Can we start to play?

She’s holding down her chow,

But she still seems grey.

It went down!

It went up!

Wish to be rid of this frown.

Time for a check-up.

It’s never too late;

It’s always fine.

It’s not her fate!

Slowly towards the finishing line.

If you can guess, this poem is inspired by my little one who has the stomach flu. My poor sweet thing. It’s day three. Day one was the worst. But now I’m just tracking her fever.

I had a scare this morning. At 2:10am. My home thermometer was reading 104.6!!! So I panicked and dashed off to the hospital in town. I just wanted them to check her temp…

They did, and it read 99.2… way better than what mine was reading. Maybe it’s time for a new one.

As an adult being sick is awful. But I’m sure she is feeling worse, because she cannot express herself fully. Poor thing.

Love
By emily2jane
10-15-21

Well enjoy your Friday. I’ll be staying with my baby and she hopefully gets over this fever. We shall see.

Happy Friday! 🍦Have some ice cream. Ice cream sounds delicious.

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