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.