Just one day, to share the gifts you bought.  What about the 364 days, you only constantly fought?
Just one day, to say, "I Love You."  What about the days, you allowed hate to come through?
Just one day, to volunteer to clean every room?  What about the days, you hated to pick up the broom?
Just one day, you cooked the family's meal.  What about the days, you asked, "Are You For Real?"
Just one day, you looked your very best.  What about the other days, you put me through a hard test?
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing