Mom's week started
With her sick in bed.
Bad cough, shivers,
A cold in her head.
She picked me up late
Something about the tire.
While she cooked dinner
There was a bit of a fire.
She plopped on the couch -
We heard her glasses break.
Head in hands she muttered,
"Now that takes the cake."
I give Mom a hug,
And a kiss on the cheek.
"Hope you feel better, Mommy,
You've had quite a week."
Merry Christmas. I hope you haven't really had a cold.
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