In my favorite poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay, he reminds us that like the seasons of nature, life is one season melting into another, and quickly fading away. This is my attempt to document each season in my life and my family.

A Poem

Filed under: General — Rachel at 10:11 pm on Saturday, February 6, 2010

I don’t feel good.
I’m afraid I’m never going to feel good again.
And my kids will never be well.
Nothing has been like it should.
My patience is wearing very, very thin.
With this pukey, poopy (non)virus from hell.

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Comment by Cassandra

February 7, 2010 @ 9:44 am

You are still dealing with it??? What in the world? That is simply horrible! Hasn’t it been like two or three weeks now? You poor, poor thing. You have my sympathies! I hope you all get better soon! NO mama can handle weeks on end of puke and poop! So sad. I say again, you poor thing.

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