Motherhood, Poem

Poem // The Germ Factory (aka Soft Play)

My poem today is inspired by the horrendous cold that H-Bear and I picked up at Soft Play last week (which I’m currently suffering with right now). Apparently even industrial grade alcohol gel can’t stop this one…  A weeks worth of weather-checking And late night meditation, You agree to the plans With trepidation. Topping up the echinacea, Packing the alcohol gel. You make your way To Soft Play Hell.

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