This is when it matters most,
Days that stretch the roles
Until we are sure we can’t take another minute.

The dog barf
And the dried blueberry mush;
The dishes and
Ten pairs of feetless shoes
Which manage to trip you
None-the-less;
And the salad, which
By the smell of it, is
Ten days past the pull date;
The unfolded laundry
And a genuinely ill husband.

This is when it matters most,
The kind word,
The giggle that says “no big deal”;
The bowl of love soup,
The endless patience;
The unwavering courage –
Days that turn into years,
Stretch, somehow, into a lifetime,
Shaped by hands that caress
A lump of family into souls;
Taken in by the appreciative eyes
Of the mother-in-law
Who knows, oh so well –
This is when it matters most.

03/29/2011

Author's Note: I know things get rough sometimes, but I still feel so blessed to be part of this lil unit I belong to at the moment. She does an amazing job, my daughter in law, Tamara.

Posted on 03/30/2011
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