Grounded
Her keyboard recently went silent
to some recoverable malady she must relent
she needs all her energy to get herself well
but she may be down for a spell
Not gone and certainly not forgotten
as she lay in her bed on sheets made of cotton
she fusses and fumes and it makes her mad
to be laid low and to feel so bad
But she will recover and return to the Lair
and once again create poetry with a flair