You loved me

with the box of lotioned kleenex

obtained for my sore nose;

I commend you for staying in our bed

instead bailing to the couch

when I coughed like an old Chevy backfiring;

never once did you remark

that I wore granny pajamas,

(clean ones right after showering,

but still, jammies all day)

and you made me giggle,

(that alone could have killed me!)

You didn't mind

that chicken soup and clam chowder

formed the base of our food pyramid

for a week.

You brought me a perfect

cup of tea,

Got up to check when I was sleepless

and breathless at 3:30 AM

And now, the kindest act of all,

This despicable cold fled me,

and you took it upon yourself.

just to show support,

I think.

Or maybe to give me a turn

at toting you tea and vitamins

and rubbing your feet?