My Aunt is Ill

 

I am sad!

At 11:25 this Sunday night,

with an ice pack atop my noggin

and another around my neck...

...trying to ward off in impending

migraine; I sit at the computer

to check out my latest mail.

 

Ok -- one from mom.

She occasionally addresses her

eight children in one email,

for saying something once is

easier than having to repeat it

four and four again.

 

Aunt Barbara is in the hospital

from a heart attack!

Oh no! My poor aunt's health has

been on a steady downhill slide...

 

...I shall run to her side, this aunt

who I've always felt very close to,

a closeness bound with penpal

letters, and hugs and kisses

at Christmastime and Balloon Rallys.

 

A special prayer I say tonight,

for my beloved aunt is ill,

and while I sleep in my comfy bed

tonight, she may hardly sleep at all

with beeps and needles attacking her

through the night. Will Uncle Bud

sit by her side, or one of my three

male cousins?

 

Oh, I am sad!

so very sad,

but to see her angel face

will make me melancholy glad.

 

A prayer for her good health

will tuck me into bed and off

to sleep with delightful dreams

of Aunt Barbara hugging me.