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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Rest (01/17/13)

TITLE: The doctor said
By Ellen Carr
01/22/13


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Aching body, throbbing head,
Must get up from cosy bed.
Children fed, husband off,
Running nose, barking cough.

Call the doctor, finds a fit,
Need someone to baby sit.
Friend arrives, in a rush,
Leave her feeding baby mush.

Doctor checks my throat and chest,
Tells me what I need is rest,
Tells me that I have the 'flu,
Tells me just what I must do.

'Viruses must run their course,
Recovery you cannot force,
Potions, pills will only fail,
Rest alone is of avail.

Drink a lot and go to bed.'
That is what the doctor said.
Little did he know the score,
Toddler, baby and one more.

Home I went and had a rest,
For my friend is just the best.
Snoozed awhile and fell asleep,
Didn't hear a single peep.

Then my friend just had to go,
Has commitments, yes I know.
Children grizzling, throat ablaze,
Getting dinner in a daze.

Husband enters, sports a frown.
'Let me finish.' Sits me down
Cooks the food, doles it out,
Tells the kids they're not to shout.

Sends me back to rest in bed,
Gives me tablets for my head.
Kids' pyjamas, teeth all done,
Baby changed and wanting fun.

Dad insists it's time for sleep.
He looks like a ruffled heap.
Carries children one by one,
They want stories, he wants none.

'Mom would let us, its not fair.'
Dad says 'No', with steely glare.
When at last the house is quiet,
Dad sits down to have his bite.

Family all at last asleep,
Silently I'm counting sheep.
Coughs and splutters punctuate,
Sleep eludes me though it's late.

Baby wakes, I rise to go,
Husband tells me to lie low.
Up he gets to tend the boy,
Bottle and a rattle toy.

Morning comes, I'm feeling bad,
Looking for more help from Dad.
Children up and baby yells.
Morning's whistles, morning's bells.

Husband groans, turns to me,
Croaks complaint of misery.
Burning throat, throbbing head,
He 'cannot get out of bed!'

So I rise, my rest is done,
Being Mom's not always fun.
Get them breakfast, dress them too.
Baby's done a massive poo!

One has got a runny nose,
Caught the 'flu bug I suppose.
Did I hear a cough just then?
Was it Kate or was it Ben?

What the doctor didn't know
Is that mothers can't lie low.
Rest prescribed is well and good,
If I could I surely would.

When chips are down and all are sick
Mom's as solid as a brick,
Keeps the family rolling on.
Never feeling put upon.

When the doctor orders rest,
Follow orders, do your best,
Use the telly, tried and true,
Let the kids crawl over you.

Take your rest just when you can,
If you're able, call on Gran.
Soon the 'flu will flee away.
You will live, the kids will play.


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Francy Judge01/24/13
This had me smiling from beginning to end. Every mom can relate, I'm sure. I liked your contrast with how Dad handled the kids for his turn. The rhyme worked well with the humor too.
Bonnie Bowden01/24/13
How true that a mother's work is never done.
Beth LaBuff 01/24/13
You are so good with meter! This was magnificent. I enjoyed every new revelation in her flu journey. This is exactly how it works for Mom when she is sick. And the "baby's massive poo" was a riot! :) I love your poem!
CD (Camille) Swanson 01/25/13
Smiled throughout the entire well written entry.

God bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/25/13
This is really cute. It had me smiling and giggling as I read it. In the beginning I stumbled over some lines. My brain really wanted the rhyme with bite to be quite instead of quiet. But some of that is my brain and US accent I'm sure. It was a fun and the fast pace matched the theme brilliantly.
Margaret Kearley 01/29/13
This is fun - real experiences in the life of a Mum!! A great poem, some lovely rhymes and great metre. This brought a smile!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/31/13
Congratulations on ranking 13th in level four and 14 overall!