Poem for Mom

Mom wrote me a poem today about her miserable cold:

Dear Barbara,

It must be told

that this damn cold

has laid me really low.

I can't get much done,

It's just no fun.

Can't wait for it to go.

So I wrote one back for her:

Dear Mom,
A cold is just gross.
We all know it's true.
The pain in your nose
Can make you feel blue.

It's not a news flash
but you mustn't just pout.
Your sickness will pass
After you blow it all out.

Stay warm I suggest
in a blanket or two.
Sip soup and get rest
and know I love you.