the old woman and her allergies

Tea cups and tissues everywhere
The big chair is my lair

Orange juice in the fridge
Chicken soup, ok just a smidge

A week off work would be grand
Except a cold is never planned.

The pets won’t even snuggle
I’m left alone with my struggle

oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine
I just need more time

For the pollen to go away
And never come, not any other day
On this I do not sway.

Published by Lula Harp

I'm a mad scientist trying to find my tools.

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