So, with my juice, I took no pill;
no vitamin today.
I'd have to get my daily dose, for now,
some other way.

I held the bottle, rattle-less;
no pills did it contain.
"I'll have to get some more," I thought;
which rattled in my brain.

Specific'lly, a kitchen table,
I then, did recall.
Outside the realm of neatness,
did its surface, clearly fall.

Amongst this, hid a paper, small;
so easy to be missed.
Among the varied clutter, there did sit:
my groc'ry list.

And on this sheet, which laid amidst
the mass that had accrued,
was written: paper towels,
diet soda, dry dog food.

My list was not a lengthy one;
'twas plain enough to see.
The care of all my meal-time needs
seemed low priority.

For, there was so much else to do.
My project list was long.
My days were stuffed with things to do.
Too bad they all were wrong.

One day, in writing not the same,
I spied an entry, new.
The added word was: Vitamins.
I'd run out that time, too.

How was it that this line appeared,
which that day I did find?
'Twas added by a special friend;
so caring and so kind,

who thought of me e'en when my brain
reached such a muddled state,
it made my jumbled table-top
look orderly and straight!

She took the time to check my needs;
to see that they were met.
She wrote it on my groc'ry list
so I would not forget!

I guess I got accustomed to
this caring in my day
and didn't even know it
till I knew it went away.

So, here I was with empty jar
and standing all alone;
to resupply or not I had to chose,
now on my own.