PICKY WITH ILLNESSES

Parents are picky with illnesses 

Ever quick to take 

Physical over psychological 

They pick their poison

Purchase its antidote.

Oh how easy it is to get your attention 

A mere cough from your beloved 

A slight change in temperature 

Leaves you shaking in your boots 

Easily you fold

For a mere cry of a cold 

Or on your little one 

A runny nose 

I never do the most.

Whereas I will do everything 

For just a minute of your time 

I give your child sleepless nights 

But you brush it off with irritated sighs 

And claim that they are fine. 

Tell me what I must do 

Before I am acknowledged 

Will you finally take me seriously 

When I have gone the extra mile?

You make me work harder 

Striving for my very best 

I bring your offspring greater pains 

But you would cut off your tongues before you ever say my name. 

LYNN MATTHEW