were a child, was there a more
happier
time than
when you had a sick day
and stayed home
from school.
your mother taking
your temperature as you feigned
near death
in your bed.
pointing at your throat
and mumbling,
mom, it hurts.
your acting was worthy
of an Oscar,
or a people's choice
award at the least.
you watched as she waved
the yellow bus
on its way putting
a smile across your face.
you had the whole
day to look forward to,
being waited on, watching tv,
playing with your toys,
getting soup
and ice cream.
those days were the best.
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