Being Sick

Fevered brow
Cough cough cough
Life is rough

Rose

On the window sill
a Rose blushed pink
In the warmth of the morning sun

Headache

Spinning head
Temples throbbing Hammers
Insufferable migraine

A Good Cry

Gentle streams adorn
her cheeks; racking sobs
cleanse her chest

Mother

Hearts in her eyes
Adoringly she gazed
The man the boy she raised

Graceful

Large Hips
Sway left then right grace-
ful as the elephant's gait