‘Twas the life of a spoonie when all through the house
She was pacing and crying, disturbing the mouse
Not a dish was done, or a floor that was washed
But there was snow on the drive, on the window was frost
She crawled to the table to reach for the phone
While waiting she listened to the dial tone
Who was she phoning this late at night?
Refilling her meds to help keep her upright!
She turned on one heating pad at a time,
Smiling, she told herself she was fine.
She needed rest but it was holiday season,
If Christmas was ruined, this wouldn’t be the reason!
Rubbing creams and popping pills
Throbbing, stabbing, painful still.
She knows she’s not feeling great,
But alas, she shrugs, crying can wait.
Merry Christmas, Spoonie Friends!
Remember this season will soon end.
Love you, Warriors.