The men in the white coats are coming to take me away,this is what mother used to say.                                         We 4 would scream,"No", and stand there with our dirty fingers in our nose.                                                We used to toss our clean laundry on the floor, we sloppily hung wet towels from the bathroom door.                                                    Always leaving you a gift, an empty toilet paper roll, Our budgeted school snacks we always snuck and stole.                                                                        Water splashing,      and bubbles overflowing the tub,Dirty hands and Crayola art on the walls we would rub.                                                                                                                     Never hanging our backpacks up after school, Screaming and debating with each other like little fools.                                                                  Always protesting what was on our plate, despite this all, every night our dinner was never late.                                                      All your devotion as a single mom, I now know how appreciate, Thank you for your struggle mom, and all the bedtime lullabies you always sung.                                                                                     Thank you,              for being our nurse when we were ill, All these precious moments I keep still.                                               Even though you were alone and afraid, Our childhood was never the price paid.                                                                   Thank you mom for your sleepless nights, and sacrfice, I know as a single mom of 4, you paid your price.                                        Love Amanda Ann