I woke up yesterday with a sore throat. Taking care of myself today to ensure I do not get sick. Stay healthy all!
My throat is scratchy as uneven bark
And swallowing is more a chore for my throat than
The laundry hamper sitting
In wait for me in the closet.
Swallow then sip camomile tea, filled to
The ceramic brim with calmness and comfort,
With a side dose of blanket.
It’s a tea-filled day for me as
My throat scratches away somehow at my head
And I key slowly the words for this poem.
©2012 Christy Birmingham