The Gift of Gratitude

The soft, quiet, tiptoe of adolescent feet
a gentle tap on the shoulder and
a soft gentle whisper,
“Mom, I have an earache.
Do you have something for it?”

Dragging herself from the warm cozy bed,
she grabs the bottle of garlic oil,
and places a few drops in his throbbing ear.
“Thanks so much,”
He murmurs with gratitude.

Her mind drifts back in time –
recalling sleepless nights
of constant nursing
and pacing the floors
trying to comfort a sick wailing baby.

Accepting this precious gift –
the fruit of her tears, prayers, and toil
she crawls back into bed
satisfied and at peace.
An appreciative teen and his blessed mother.


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