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| It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman Photo prompt courtesy of The Mag 137 |
a spurt of growth
a nudge, a grudge
in the wee hours of the night
a need for food, his only plight
so I get up with him
(a banana might
settle the unrest)--
he throws up,
no more grudge just guilt
hours of upset, down
for the count
until it makes its way through
exhausted, but he's ready
for lunch
already
34 comments:
Loved the ending to that.
if he is asking for lunch he is feeling better....but oy....makes for a very long night...hope he feels better...
Awww...glad he's feeling better. It does make us feel guilty if they really don't feel well and we were upset at being woken up doesn't it.
Guess we've all been there, done that at some time! LOL
Great ending. That ability to forget the awfulness of the near past, especially when it comes to the body gone awry, is something that I as an adult truly miss. It is a good thing to want to think about lunch :)
and another night done with love for love, for the hope of the future and the light.
Ouch. This plays a little too close to the home. I was lost in those hours of upset just a few days ago. I'm glad he is feeling better.
but lucky you to be in the trenches of motherhood, if that applies-- wonderful write as ever--xxj
The trials and tribulations of nurturing our children. It's always good to see them spring back to health so quickly. A mother's love....♥ Thanks for sharing, Laurie.
This one was lovely ... I loved the way you played with the words !!!
Those spurt of growth can make them hungry all the time ~ Glad he feels better and ready for lunch ~
Loving the internal rhyme in this, Laurie, especially unrest/upset. Such a great cadence. Excellent take on the art piece.
A grandfather says, "Amen".
Kids bounce back so much more quickly than we do!
I know this drill!
Oh yes, I remember it well..and maybe a banana for lunch? You put me right in this!
Oh yes, you captured the experience of getting up with a sick child perfectly. Nice rhyme and enjambment too.
Oh nothing worse than being sick all night! -well told. Bananas were my way of knowing if I was really sick-or not!
I've got some experience with this! I hope he is feeling better and you all get some rest.
That's boys all over! Excellent response to the picture.
Oh, those sleepless nights we spend with a sick child! You captured it well, Laurie.
down for the count
until it makes its way through
Yes,one finds oneself at the cross-roads sometimes.It takes some efforts to remedy the situation. This is how I see it here.Nicely Laurie!
Hank
Though it's been over fifty years ago, those memories never fade. Wonderful poem, Laurie.
I have strange feeling of deja vu :)
I hated it when my girls were sick. Love how you ended it...
Next time I'm up at night with one of my kids, I'll think of your poem!
And you, you are still exhausted. I liked the "forward moving" pace to this, get him fed, get me to bed.
Reminds me of the time my 4-year-old threw up on his dinner plate, then wanted more to eat. Crazy child!
I remember those long nights so well...
"Ready for lunch." And then, of course, there's dinner...
the long night agony eh... anyways, as Sir Brian said, he is already feeling better as he is already asking for lunch...
JJRod'z
Growing pains, with a parent by his side. How lucky!
Such a wonderful writing!!
lure of the impure
Had a few nights like that myself....great response to the prompt Laurie!!
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