In Bed

In Bed

Someone tossed me a vile summer cold

and unfortunately, I caught it.

“Three days till you’re better”, was the old, tired-out line

and unfortunately, I bought it.

Now eight days have past

and I’m still here in bed.

Kleenex on my night table

Cool cloth on my head.

Trying to read,

the words swim on the page.

Trying to sleep,

my cough starts to rage.

Edward stays faithful -

at my side night and day

Not even a walk in the park after dark

could successfully tempt him away.

Soon ideas and bright colour

will return to my head,

but for now, please excuse me.

I've gone back to bed.

Do send me your favourite remedies for the dreaded common cold.

Anything short of rubbing duck fat on my chest, I just might try.