Dinner
The snow is still piledAnd so are the bills
I just cant seem to get over this hill.
The economy stinks
It makes life difficult
I am not by any means a woman of wealth, more of modesty,
We sit at a table as a family at night
We are grateful for our meal
but more grateful we are together
Rather it be steak or a hot dog
our bellies are full.
and to walk away knowing that this mom did all she could.
Its not the food or how the table is et , it is knowing I can go to bed at night and be at rest.
At rest knowing , they are clean, and fed, warm and dry.Knowing this I no longer cry.
I did cry once upon a time.
Cause I couldnt give them what they liked.
But now I know that sitting with me at night and sharing the days events is better than any meal I can provide.
It might be peanut butter and jelly carrot sticks and milk.
But its worth the warmth these beautiful children have wrapped my heart in silk.
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