Sunday, January 04, 2009

Hospital - Day 6

Tick and a freaken' tock,
eyes upon the clock;
the tubes are out, and Ian's fine,
maybe home tomorrow if the doctor will sign;
no more oxygen, his stats are up,
milk for breakfast, sweet potatoes for sup;
he's bored to tears, his mom is too,
I need to clean the house, it looks like a zoo.

7 comments:

Kim Ayres said...

Is there no end to your talents?

amber said...

Ha! Awesome Tom:)...I agree with Kim.

beans said...

Hehe--always looking for the fun in things. That's one of the reasons I keep coming back.

Elbog said...

Good to hear the tide has turned,
the pee-new-moneeah weakened, spurned.
Breathing easier, now are all
Restless for physician's call.
Don't do too well cleaning, man
She'll think you're competent, and can
Always in this role fulfill,
So kick back, have a brew, and chill.

Good news!

ana said...

yay!
we are so relieved!

Chris said...

You're a poet!

Did you know it?

Tricia said...

sheesh. you and elblog. genius!

so glad all is well