Three Meals
I spoke to a daughter and she rallied another daughter who ran into
The hospital to save me.
she brought a beautiful purple vase, pink carnations, and briefcases,I think there were at least 53 for thee.
“what doctor has been here.”
“What does he look like? What is the medicine you take at three?”
Try to always bring
An assertive smart
Take-no prisoners
Daughter-to the
Hospital with you
Because not only
Will you get your meds,
They will get so flustered
You will get 3 dinners.
As my daughter followed Dr Try ToEscape
Back to his office to watch him data in my pills
And their frequency I grinned.
Angela, an adult was here
To make the Carens feel better.
We all cheered!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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