My whites were dark and dingy,
My colors failing fast.
Giving up was coming close
My mom said, "Tide will pass."
I've tried so many other soaps
I've grown so tired and weary,
Frustration caused an overload.
My eyes were puffed and teary.
I knew mom used Tide growing up.
My dad, he would insist,
Us kids really didn't know
Not just the smell we'd miss.
Now that I'm married now myself
And clothes are piling fast,
Mom's words of wisdom fill my thoughts
Cheryl, "Tide will pass."
I've used the cheap brands: All of them,
In class my kids would hide.
Most kids there had brighter whites.
My son said, "Mom use Tide."
Stubborn me, I gave in.
Now my choice is clear.
The only soap in my home was
Tide with bleach this year.
Tide, A Family Choice
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2010 with permission of the Author.
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