My mind keeps going back to years gone past,
To all of the good times that we had.
And when my children were very small,
Oh God, how much I love them all!
Sitting there on the old porch swing,
With them on my lap I would sing.
We'd wish upon the stars at night,
While swinging in the old moon light.
As the little ones sit on my knee,
The others played hide and seek.
I miss those days so very much,
A kiss on the cheek or just their touch.
Their little hands were so small back then.
Sometimes I wish that I'd had ten!
Their first day of school I remember plain,
I'd sit home and worry they'd get lost again.
It seemed one would always miss the bus,
So I'd get on the phone to raise a fuss.
Or with a rod and reel, fishing they'd go,
Come back home with lines tangled so.
I'm thankful, God, for what you gave me,
And for all these Beautiful Memories!
Written by: Thelma Shutters
