The Slow-Cooked Sentence

Coloring a cold

Rachael Conlin Levy
Photo courtesy of Stryker w@sp

A nasty head cold, a persistent cough and a rollicking stomach bug are making their way through the family this week. This tiny poem came out of committee.

Sharp pencil hits floor.
Baby grabs. Mom squawks, “No! No!”
Mom grabs. Baby squawks.

One response to “Coloring a cold”

  1. Marty E. says:

    Hope you’re feeling better soon…and keep those pencils in a safe place… 🙂

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