Day 5 - Still Sick

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Still sick,

Body's a little weak.

What could I say?

Focus seems elusive.

Guess that's all for today

Got to take rest,

That when I return the next day,

I'll be at my best.

Day 4 - Sick

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Sick. Sick. Sick.

Want to work, yet couldn't

'Cause I am sick.

Hate to be sick.

Don't like to be sick.

Nobody ever would.

'Tis a sign of imbalance.

In lifestyle, of course.

Perhaps too much work,

And rest I ignore.

Yet what can I do,

When fate requires me so?

Day 3 - A Mama's Touch

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Woken up feelin' groggy and unrested.

The baby's sick,

Fever's thirty-eight degrees.

'Tis a challenge of mamahood,

Giving care as much as I could.

Come rest or not,

Couldn't ignore a baby who's hot.

'Tis fragile little thing, 

So long for a Mama's touch.

Sometimes 'tis enough,

Sometimes 'tis not much.

Just knowing Mama's beside,

Is half the cure

Of this sufferin' soul.

Day 2 - Water Bubbles On A Leaf

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As I opened the window pane,

I was greeted by a rainy mornin'

I thought it'd gonna be a rainy day,

For the clouds seemed to stay.

But then moments passed;

The gentle sun chased the rain away.

Without remorse, the rain left,

Yet leave behind a beautiful leaf--

A leaf with water bubbles on top,

A sight so tempting to touch.

I just managed to smile,

And thank the rain for dropping by.

For it furnished the leaf,

  A lasting beauty I'm gonna cherish.

Day 1 - The Weed

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What your heart wants to see, your eyes lead the way.
This morning I saw a weed growing along the way.
I never noticed it when it was small,
Yet now that it grows tall,
Something in it caught my attention.
I don't know what it brings, for to me a weed is nothing;
But a nuisance in a world we love to clean.
However, the beauty it emanates, is something my eyes so love to behold.
There seems to be an ethereal connection,
Between the weed and me.