An ode to illness

The boy is getting better
illness gone,
energy back.
I thought I would get to
sleep again.
But then I woke
in the middle of the night
to find the baby sick.
Same symptoms...
No sleep for me
again
I am incapable of
coherent thought
so I pretend this is a poem
cause no one needs to hear me
whine more about
vomit.