Migraine

No slice of life from me today,
no anecdote, no repartee.
Throbbing misery
dulls my poor senses.
I struggle with syntax,
grammar and tenses.
My head is throbbing,
my vision is blurred.
My stomach is heaving,
my speech is slurred.
The children worry
with Mom such a mess.
In vain they try to
ease my distress.
They ply me with aspirin
and try to be quiet.
A failure of course,
but I'm touched that they try it.
It seems somewhat shameful
since I'm not all but dead,
But my pillow it beckons,
and I must make for bed.
Husband comes home,
What the hell happened here?
Mom's got a Migraine,
it all becomes clear.
He says not a word,
but gets right to work.
He tackles the mess
taking care not to shirk.
He brings me caffeine,
ice and some kisses,
I raise my head weakly
Did you do the dishes?
Husband is home,
and now all is well,
except for my head
which still hurts like hell.
But I am off duty,
good drugs not remiss.
So I pop one with relish,
and wait for the bliss.
Be gone evil migraine,
I'll banish you yet.
And pray to never
another one get.
There's little hope,
but I harbor it still.
Maybe one day,
no need for a pill.


Sorry for the lame-o post. I really do have a migraine. This is the best I can do today.