"I should be more unselfish, like Grandma,"
I say as I trudge into the snowy night.
"I think about myself far too often,"
I say as I retrieve the baby's snacks from the car.
"I need to do better,"
I say as I return to the house
and the people still warm in their beds
and the baby wailing for a snack.
In the morning, I realize,
I might be a little like Grandma,
after all.
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