In the dark night,
When through the fog of warring anesthesia,
And Percocet,
Through swollen eyes,
You see a sweet face...Mom
Refreshing,
Your ice packs,
and
Spirit,
When you feel the fingers,
Of the sweet man that you married,
Brush through your hair,
And his lips,
Softly,
Gently,
Upon your forehead,
When you hear the sound of your children laughing,
With Umpa....
You know you are loved.
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