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Mother's Day Poem

5/10/2021

Will you still hug me?

by Tony Lundberg

If there comes a time that my only motion is pie to the whole?

Will you still hug me?

If I lose my mind and start call you "Fran"

If the only pants I keep dry are the one's I don't wear?

If my only words are a slur of salacious insobriety?

Will you still hug me?

If my head without the protection of hair gets ulcerating  furunculosis?

If I only retain movement in my Fungal toe and you have to use a chain saw to cut the toenail and the Pecueca is so bad the all the neighbors have to put on gas masks?

Will you still hug me?

If I forget how to take out the trash, make the bed, do the laundry, vacuum the floor, clean the car, mow the lawn, and make myself a sandwich?

Will you still hug me?

If I accidently sign my 401K over the Barbara Boobalicious?

Will you still hug me?