15 hours ago
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The winter of '87
A winters Tale is the Sunday Scribblings theme.... without too much thought my mind went back to my favorite winter. the winter of 1987.....
January's weather was getting bitterly cold
The big day was suddenly approaching quickly
I gathered a bag of used clothes from the garage
stuck my hand to the bottom and grew sickly
what I felt was mysteriously alien and fuzzy
I pulled it up and out- I was holding a dead mouse!
screaming! I grew shaky- NINTH month swell had me teetering
I ran for hot water, soap- to wash off the dreadful louse
Playing it safe I then phoned the obstetrician
Panicky, I told of the risky situation... Very icky!
He told me to 'calm down', asked 'did you wash your hands'?
Then advised I seriously consider the names Mini or Mickey!
One snowflaked week later, I am now way past my due date
bathroom Under construction, yet On the throne, lingering, I sit
I look up at torn-up ceiling, see a squirrel looking down at me
run 'round with my pants down, TEN months pregnant, another screaming fit!
Screaming! mice! squirrels! even walks in winters snow
still didn't help to move things as desired..swiftly along
but after some help from the discerning (comical) Doctor
By February - finally, I was singing you a long winters lullaby song