as i was loading the washing machine with a few weeks worth of dirty laundry last night, i looked down to discover an old book of poetry that my father's parents had given me when i was very young. This then reminded me of one of my favorite poets of all time, Shel Silverstein. At one time, i owned copies of a light in the attic where the sidewalk ends and the giving tree I was especially attached to my copy of where the sidewalk ends , because it contained my favorite poem of all time, sick , that i memorized and would recite for whomever would listen. Sick by Shel Silverstein "I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more-that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,...