My mother told me of an "asphidity" bag, It was s'pose to keep bad colds away If worn around your neck. But I doubt if asphidity did the trick, Probably the smell repelled the sick And protected you from anything. One son swears by echinacea, Thinks then a cold can never getcha, And it worked as long as he stayed away from ya. As for me I think if you believe in whatever At least for a while you won't get a fever, ‘Til you find you got the placebo. One thing my mother got dead to rights, Was lemon juice, whiskey, and an aspirin at night. No pain, sweet sleep, with that I won't fight. Meantime, I'll just try all those teas, Gives an excuse to eat a cookie, please. An interval of great delight.   © By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)   Watch these pages for more poems by Norma. In the meantime, click the links below for poems and stories by our other authors. The Song Of The Butterfly Afterglow A Teacher's Farewell A Camp in the Woods An Evening In Maine Tadpole, Tadpole Garden Flowers This River Tiger, Tiger And.......for many others, click the index image. Graphics by Marilyn http://graphicsbymarilyn.com graphicsbymarilyn@yahoo.com