Poetry by Jeff Green


Get well soon

by cricketjeff on February 4, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

For Lane who’s lying ill in bed
Without a gooey cake to eat
Sore of throat and pounding head
She still is sweet

Superbowl excitement over
Nothing was left to celebrate
I’d bring cake to there from Dover
And hold her plate

She has set a tricky contest
With “pupils cracked” what can that mean
Should I launch official protest
Or stay serene?

Now I’ll dream of sunny island
Perfect poet lies in her bed
I wish that it was safe in my land
She laid her head!

Author notes

Get well soon!