My
children are sweet.
They
are my delight.
Sometimes
they play well.
Sometimes
they fight.
Each
one has gifts,
So
precious to me.
I
smile when I think,
What
someday they’ll be.
When
babies so cute,
All
round and bold.
They
are my babies.
No
matter how old.
Now
they are growing,
Like
weeds, oh dear.
No
matter what I do,
Time
goes faster each year.
I
enjoy each day,
When
in the morning they rise,
Tho
they sometimes are grouchy.
And
wipe sleep from their eyes,
They
still find their way,
To my
loving arms,
And
know how to woo me,
With
their boyish charms.
Two
children so different.
They
turned out to be
One
loves to be held.
One
wants to be free,
I love
them both.
And
their own special ways,
Because
I'm their Mom.
For
the rest of my days.
I know
how you feel.
Mommy
so dear.
Mine
are all grown.
And
don’t live very near.
I miss
them so much,
As
time flies so fast.
What
now is present,
Too
soon becomes past.
So
hold them and love them.
As you
now do.
Cause
before you know it,
They
all leave you.
Those
moments are precious.
And
way too few.
All I
can tell you,
Is if
only you knew.
Too
soon time passes,
And as
parents we’re done,
Bad
times fade,
As we
remember the fun.
They
are still ours,
Even
though now grown.
And we
see the results,
Of
what we had sown.
So
remember Mommy,
What
it’s like at that age.
Use
that to help them.
Through
a difficult stage.
So
when they leave you,
It
won’t be so bad.
I love
it myself,
See
I’m a granddad.
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