Sick Season

A poem you can sing

And I love my kid, but it’s the season of the sicks

And I miss the days when some normalcy existed

And it’s not her fault, but I just wish she would get better

I’ll cancel my plans ‘til she’s not under the weather

And I’d dream each night, but she won’t fall asleep

So I’ll stay awake and let her snuggle me

Cuz her fever’s back, and all she wants is mom

And I’m split in half, but it’s part of the job

-LR