Its Another Day!

The fragile, grey hair woman rose wearily from her bed,
as she stumbled to the coffee pot, "just another day" she said..

Although her legs were shaky along with her weak voice, she accomplished what she wanted withot a second choice..

She made it to her favorite chair, her coffee dripping slightly as
she turned the tv on,
she watched the news as always which prompted her negative thoughts to spawn..

Her life a lonely one indeed. only one daughter near by,
her other daughter called faithfully every day to say "HI"..

It was hard for both daughters to ever bond with moms bitter ways,
even at 80 they would silently hope she'd change in these days..

They loved their mom and wanted only the best,
the best for them, the best for her, no contest..

Mom won as usual her thoughts of "HERSELF",
surrounded by loneliness hid among the wealth..

The sisters didn't contradict or dare speak back, it didn't matter their older age,
mom was always right and speaking up would only cause her rage..

Their is one thing the sisters do in a lovingly, but spiteful way.
They call mom every morning and greet her with "Good Morning Mom, Its Another Day"!