An adaptation of  Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “How do I love thee, let me count the ways”  and a picture of my toilet.

Ode to Zofran

by S.C. Atkinson

Oh Zofran, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee every morning, afternoon and night.

Where my stomach wretches, and I’m not feeling right.

For my fetus’s wellbeing and my bright red vomit face.

I love thee for healing me, you’re impossible to replace.

Most intense need, come darkness or light;

I love thee profoundly, as my baby continues its plight.

I love thee utterly, every day without you would be a haze.

I love thee always, for quieting my incessant puking ways.

In my misery, you save me from death,

I love thee forever for allowing me to catch my breath.

With my lost weight –I love thee till the end of time,

All of the nausea, the dizziness, the sickness is no longer mine.

And if baby choose—I shall but love thee with every toilet in sight.