The Grocery List
I have my mother's grocery list,
It's actually quite small.
She is eighty-five years old
And doesn't eat much at all.
I don't mind doing her shopping.
I am blessed that she's still here.
I dread the day, when it arrives,
That she will no longer be near.
It's just a little grocery list,
One small thing that I can do.
I know she really appreciates it
But if she only knew.....
I am so thankful that I can be
Of use in this simple way.
She's done so much for me all my life
That I can never repay.
I love my mother dearly
And enjoy this little chore.
It really is just a little thing,
Taking her list to the store.
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