A Sick Bed
Samantha Little, 2010
The leaves of the avocado dance
In tremulous pattern across the cotton expanse of my lap
To the lilt of a violin romance.
My old Noritake with the saucer chipped
Holds an amber treasure of ginger tea which, childish, I have,
In admiration of its tints, not sipped.
Leaves dancing to a Beethoven symphony—
If it were not for this feverish headache I would not mind
Lying in bed, admiring ginger tea.
This poem is taken from life. Illness often presents a mixed blessing; although we suffer such symptoms as headaches and sore throats, lying abed provides an opportunity to be still and reflective.
Love this! Your poems are always enjoyable as they are easy for me to relate to! Especially this one since we’ve all been sick over here (all except me, that is).
Thank you, Fiona. (It’s good to have you back.—I’ve missed you!)
I hope you all feel better soon!