Remember me fondly
For I have succumbed to the plague
My infected children have brought me.
Alas they will survive
Where I will not.
So remember my deeds
as I sit huddled miserably
drinking the only thing my stomach allows.
The tea cools and I look pathetically at said children.
If I was a mere man
and not a mom I would have long since perished.
Alas I instead stand up
and start on breakfast.