Almost Spring Poetry

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

I have done that --

Five times, already, in fact.

Still, the bright pink bubblegum stain of the acetaminophen remains.

Tenacious, this stain is,

Much like the virus that grips Melina.

Fever is what brought on the pink bubblegum acetaminophen,

Since the ibuprofen,

Dye-free and clear,

Had no effect.

Usually it is magic

And my Melina returns to us.

Swirling, twirling, laughing

Through the afternoon until bedtime,

When she pleasantly asks to go to bed.

Bedtime has not been pleasant, though.

Coughing, flailing, my little peanut thrashes.

And each morning, we wake

As tired as the night before.

Sunny days might help, but today it rains.

Plenty of water to wash all of this away,

The virus, the bubblegum, the fatigue.

We can hope. We will hope.

Because under all the drops, we see something peeking out.

A green beginning, a strong new life.

A simple purple crocus flashes its smile at us.

Which reminds me to find the blanket with the purple grape stain on it.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.