Poor, Poor Ada

{day 24}

It's 4 a.m now
went for my bed at one
little did I know
I was not nearly done

dear Ada is sick
her tummy aches so
writhing and moaning
wond'ring if I should go

to the emergency room
three hours later
feeling no better
No sleep for the "Tater"

No sleep for the mother
trying to nurse
trying to sleep and
be prepared for the worst...

appendicitis, food poisoning
maybe just gas?
a 4am bath tells us
this illness might pass

Still, I'm dressed and I'm ready
should fever ensue
or pain start to worsen
or signs of the flu

start to take up the morning
with an ER trip, too -
So I write a poem now
isn't that what you'd do? 
                                                   (you know, just in case I'm gone all day)
Now I am off
to get a drink for my girl
My sweet little Ada
What a night!  What a whirl!