Thursday, March 24, 2011

Ode to the Pox

There once was a virus called pox

Which came to the family of Cox

Two sweet little girls,

One with lots of blonde curls,

Became swiftly inflamed with red dots


Their mother, who took most things in stride,

Didn’t run, didn’t scream, didn’t hide

But calmly and cheerfully tended to itches

While she lotioned an arm or a side


Across town, in a similar home

Lived a friend with whom often she roamed

Whose 5 little girls had been over of late

And shared apples right off the same plate


Now it’s hard to say why,

And I wouldn’t imply,

But the pox also came to their house

The first victim it stained with a bumpy red rash

Was the 5 little girls’ biggest brother

He didn’t complain

Or scratch it in vain

To the great relief of his mother


But our tale isn’t finished

For this pox is not diminished

There are several still within reach

But what can we do?

Just wait and see who

Will begin to develop the itch


But thanks be to God

It won’t last for long

The red bumps and their itching will fade

And the memories of pink lotion

And family devotion

And friends who share laughter – and pain

Will be a reminder for all of us later

That through it all, God kept us sane!


And one last little gem which the Bible assures

In every trial,

There is great gain.


  1. Now just for the record, if you had gotten it from us, wouldn't Olivia have gotten it first? :)

  2. just for the record - I don't think we got it from you. :) I just kind of started that poem and went with the flow...

    But I do think we were most likely exposed to the same source - don't you?

    It's just too coincidental..

    or maybe providential?