Sunday 11 March 2012

A Poem

It is not yet a respectable hour
Outside, the clouds pour down the usual suspect
Dim, oblong windows flit across the ceiling
Occasional headlights swimming in Peardonville Road
The Advil-filled furnace on my chest breathes quickly
Time to carry him back to bed.

1 comment:

Wife said...

You're the best dad! Thanks for letting me sleep the last 3 days and for taking care of our sick son! Love you so much! (I like your "Advil-filled furnace - back to bed" lines!) :)