Mother's Day
On Tuesday, it’s paracentesis;
at least that’s the going in thesis.
It would be quite cool
if they found a pool,
and her pressing discomfort then ceases.
On Wednesday, it’s time to convene
for round two of gemcitabine;
with Ativan raging,
though she’s quite engaging,
we’ll leave before causing a scene!
The grands have come over to play,
and dinner looks downright gourmet.
There’s no need to borrow
the trials of tomorrow;
Instead we’ll rejoice in today!
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