The weekend no one wanted.

Twas the night before Sunday, and all through the house

most of the family was ill, leaving few to help out.

Coughing and retching were the usual sound,

and moaning and groaning could be heard all around.

Dinner that night was  pitifully rare,

very few could eat and the table was left bare.

 

Mother had gone to bed early that night

and left Father and the children to the usual fight.

It did not take long once we were all settled in bed

for the retching to return, mom wishing to be dead.

But she bravely got up and with dad they did face

the the children, the sheets, and bedding with distaste.

When it all was cleaned up and we fell back to bed

Dad was feeling it too, and a pain in his head.

 

Sunday morning dawned not quite so early,

and we stumbled out of bed around 9:30.

Cold cereal it seemed  was the meal of the day,

for those that could eat at all, anyway.

And the rest of us gathered round the living room floor,

watching TV and movies, we could do little more.

So we spent the Sabbath just laying around,

piled high with all the quilts and throws that were found.

Sunday night showed some progress, little retching at least,

and we all trundled off to our beds for more sleep.

 

After a weekend full of sickness and smell,

we are hoping today will find us all well.

Dad’s off to work, mom’s showered and cleaned up,

the children still sleeping to recover their stuff.,

The house needs a good cleaning, more laundry to wash,

and I hope that for now we can just get caught up.

I hope you don’t have a weekend like ours, but if you do,

just know that we have been there too.