Day 7 - Well Wishes

Preface: My sister had an ingrown toenail which became infected, so today she had surgery on it. She's been stuck on the couch all day and must keep her toe elevated. The Poet tells me that this poem is dedicated to her, in hopes that she feels better soon.

Books whisper warm wishes to the healing

As the pills hope to encourage rest

Caring mothers ask "how are you feeling?"

And the chicken soup smell is the best

It warms your soul as the heat rises

Cuddly and safe you await surprises

They come in the shape of many letters

Which tell you that we miss you so

Amongst a pile of "do get betters"

So that we can again play in the snow

But one holds special meaning its true

One that holds a list of things we'll do

"First we will draw flowers on that cast

Just to make sure you smile wide

Next we will keep you healing fast

So that you feel good in and outside

Then we will depend on your special attention

Who gets the prize and who the honorable mention

Because we will now put on a play for thee

That casts you as the glorious queen

She shall play the maid bowing to your majesty

While their is a jester juggling in-between

Now you may choose your very own king

Or prince if you prefer to rule over everything"

You smile as you see that friends surround you

Lining shelves as well as kind notes

They will go high and low to find you

Putting on jackets and long coats

Making sure that everything is just right

Until that silly cast is long gone from sight