Author’s Note: 

Not all days can be shine shine and rainbows.

I write about everyday life.

Even sick days.

February 25th

I sense my youngest
is miserable.
His tummy’s
not feeling well.

I hear wrenching
just before sleep.
At least the evil
he did dispel.

I see him resting
after a long day,
of living with
a sour stomach.

I taste pity,
he feels so bad.
Bummer it’s on
his birthday.

Parent’s instinct
now kicks in,
as we help him
get well.