A fixed cough

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

No no I beg, please allow the laughter to cease.

The coughing spells to end. For all I can hope is
that the efforts of us all are not unnoticed.

We care. We love. We hope. We dream and still
most stay quiet except for the roar that tickles
from deep within. The coughing that beckons to
be let loose.

Oh just get outside. The feeling of the cold
bitterness tearing at lungs and scarring throat.
Such a calmness for a short minute or two.

Oh Jehovah allow us help from these stresses
of health.

Soon to bed warm and cozy, many will
be but not me. Still there is an errand of chocolate,
vanilla creme filled donuts that are so alluring.
The thought of them going down throat soothes
a bigger smile over face.

More so of previous laughter. Even though I hope
I get to experience that again soon.

So how about you?