Thoughts of a Mom
As I look around
blocks and toys are all around
questions coming from three.
Where is this?
Can I have this?
Can I go there?
Why?
Why?
Will I ever think clearly again?
I love each of them dearly
Never would I trade a one of them.
I know one day I will think back,
wondering where did all the time go,
thinking, if only they were young again.
It's after a long day such as today,
that I make myself stop, look around,
cherishing everything I see in them.
Their health, spirit and especially their love.
LGuzzino
07/00