Boy Mama: Sick?

I have had two sick little boys in my house for the past two days.  Made me think about this….

 I have always loved this poem– ever since I was a little girl.  The funny thing is that this is my eldest son to a t– every morning he comes to me with a variety of ailments just like Peggy Ann McKay. The list of sicknesses always ends with, “I don’t think I can go to school today.” But when I tell him it is a “stay home day,” he is suddenly just fine and ready to play….


by Shel Silverstein

 “I cannot go to school today,”

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

“I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I’m going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox

And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,

And don’t you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut–my eyes are blue–

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I’m sure that my left leg is broke–

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button’s caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is. . .Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

(from Where the Sidewalk Ends: Poems and Drawings by Shel Silverstein
Published by Harper Collins 1974)
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