I hate it when you’re ill.
My beautiful bouncing girl becomes
Quiet, sad, subdued and hot.
It’s hard to know how to help.
I fill you with medicines
And tell you stories.
You try to smile for me
But your eyes are so sad.
I scoop you up and cuddle you
And I know you feel safe.
Just as I felt safe in my parents’ arms.
I hope it passes quickly.
I want my noisy fireball back.
Pooky's Poems 
Hope she bounces back soon!!
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I’m sure she will. It’s family tradition for at least one of us to be ill on holiday so at least if packed the calpol 🙂
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Younger children do get sick more often…I used to tell my kids when they were under 10, it’s the soldiers building up an army with all those bacteria:)
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It seems to b part and parcel for little ones to get sick. My grandson had his first birthday last Sunday and his mother told me he received tonsilitis for his birthday.
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Oh no 😦 I hope he gets well soon xxx
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They do bounce back.
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Somewhere I have a photo of Ken on his second birthday, sitting on the sofa, eyes glazed with fever, clutching his blanket and his bear.
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Oh bless 😦 x
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