A MOTHER Of A Week – A Poem

by kelly

A MOTHER of a Week

It started last Friday, when baby stayed away
from her usual daycare; a child was sick there that day.
To protect her from germs, Daddy took her to work
She happily played while Dad’s customers smirked.
Not one to miss out, I asked for a stop-by.
They came to my firm, and I showed off the cute-pie.

Then came Friday night. It was high time for Poker.
Paul asked several rowdy boy-men to come over.
They watched her eat carrots, then headed upstairs
to drink beer and try to become millionaires.
I smelled all the smoke from their stinky cigars;
peeked in once or twice and sent food to the Czars.

I also dined out that night with a woman,
who visited while her hubby kept the beers comin.’
While we ate, Emma banged a big spoon with brio.
Back home we discussed ghosts and Padre Pio.
She’s drawn, like me, to the silly ghost shows’es,
and says she’s seen a real one, and smelled Pio’s roses.

Don’t remember much about weekend last.
It’s amazing how fast the time can fly past.
But when Monday rolled ‘round, Emma went to nurse Grandma’s,
who examined her well and gave an A-plus
on her bill of health. So imagine our surprise,
when on Tuesday, at daycare, there was fever in her eyes.

My mom left her work, and picked up our girl,
who felt worse and worse as the day unfurled.
‘Oh no, sick again!’ I thought with dismay,
until Paul discovered a tooth on its way.
She’s teething, you see, and our sweet little tot
has a tooth now where formerly there was but naught.

Still feverish on Wednesday, Daddy took her to work,
While he worked on school stuff and acted the clerk.
We made plans for Emma to visit Grandma on Thursday,
just to make sure she was healthy and okay.
But wouldn’t you know, when Emma arrived,
it was Grandma who was all sick and blearly-eyed.

So Grandpa took care of our wandering miss,
while, Daddy, meanwhile, developed a case
of a fever and other bad symptoms true.
So it figured that Friday, the daycare closed, too.
Now the daycare lady’s sick, so Daddy stayed home,
to get some sleep and watch Emma roam.

She’s not crawling yet, but it won’t be long.
She rolls over both ways now, and her legs are getting strong.
In the meantime, Mommy’s talk on health law was cancelled,
so there was no need to stand up in front and get hassled.
I won’t have that fun again until May, and June, but that’s fine,
my outline and jokes improve every time.

Our girl’s been out of day care for over a week,
and must miss her friends, who treat her so sweet’.
There are three little kids there who love “baby Emma.”
And replace her pacifier if it falls out – a dilemma.
They kiss her and sing to her and put on a cowboy hat.
We’re lucky that she has pseudo siblings to do that.

Lucky, because Mom and Dad are so busy –
with school, work, and meetings, I often feel dizzy.
The teething has altered our sleep schedule, too.
This little girl cries and wants a bottle all night through.
With Paul sick, as well, I slept on Emma’s floor.
The cats cuddled up there, and kept me awake some more.
We five Milwaukee mammals boast interspecies rapport.
But poor Mom isn’t getting much sleep at this score.

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