Monday, January 4, 2010

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

As if your cancer weren't enough,
the guinea pig is dying.
The kids brought him to me
wrapped in a bath towel
‘Do something, Mom.
Save his life.'

I'm a good mom.
I took time from work,
drove him to the vet,
paid $77.00 for his antibiotics.

Now, after the kids rush off to school,
you and I sit on the bed.
I hold the guinea pig, since he bites.
You fill the syringe.
We administer the foul smelling medicine,
hoping the little fellow will live.

admitting to each other:
if he doesn't,
it'll be good practice.
Guinea Pig by Julie Cadwallader-Staub


Áslaug said...

stopping by woods on a snowy evening by Robert Frost

Kimberly Wilson said...

"Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" is one of my favorite poems of all time, and the source of the title of my own blog. Sometimes I don't know which is better: the material you choose or the titles of the blog entries. Regardless, both are superb today.

Calvin said...

Kimberly, thank you for your comments. You have good taste! Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets, and that poem is one of my top picks. Nice blog by the way!

Kimberly Wilson said...