If you give a Mother a strawberry margarita pouch
She’ll find it is too frozen to drink and place it in the refrigerator
She’ll notice a few stray items left from dinner and clean
them up
She’ll go to take towels to the laundry room and see the
basement lights on
She’ll realize the windows were left open and close them
She’ll reminiscently look at old photos in frames and
remember the years past
She’ll hear her daughter ask for help with her medication
She’ll assist her son in a nightly sip of water when he
hears her in the kitchen
She’ll turn to find her other son pointing to the milk cup
not yet washed
She’ll step on a toy as she retreats to her recliner
She’ll soon be accompanied by her oldest son to cuddle for a
bit
She’ll wake up in the middle of the night with her hand numb
She’ll realize that she never got to drink her margarita
pouch
She’ll silently say ‘There is always tomorrow’ as she
carries a sleeping boy to bed
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