The flu had lasted
for two or three weeks.
Mother had me in
a bed downstairs
because my upstairs
bedroom was very
cold. She had kept
the shades drawn and
also the curtains closed.
She came into the room
and asked how I was
doing. I replied 'Mom,
I don't care if I die.'
She was startled,
and immediately opened
the curtains and put up
the shades. The morning
Sun shined in.
I saw it sparkling off
The dust particles
in the air. Within one half
hour I was up and about.
Of all your November poems this one is my favorite. I like how it captures the miserable feelings of a sick child.
Thank you Jim. Sickness is no fun. I learned it again fairly recently.
Your mother was very wise. Let the sunshine in, and let the healing begin!
I agree. Now if only we had someone wise and with morals in the government.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Without the sun the world is such a dreary place and after about 2 days my spirits sag so much, I can't get up. When the sun shines - and the sun is another of my special friends, life is beautiful - and the sun warming us is a rare treat - to be taken little by little 'ere his grandness overcomes us.
Two things that help us: The sun and the Son.