It’s All About The Children Poem by Marilyn Lott

I guess they wonder why I take
The time to make things nice
When holidays are here I like
The house to smell like spice

I like to celebrate each season
With the special style of every one
But I’ll tell you a secret, my friend
For me it’s all about the children

I love my kids, oh yes I do
But they’re grown and have their place
I did those special things for them
During their growing-up space

I want my grandkids to have the life
That I gave to my daughter and son
Now when I do special things
It’s all about the children

Their marriages came and left
With the children in confusion
But when they go to grandma’s house
They don’t feel that it’s an intrusion

No, everything is as it always was
Loving arms, good food and fun
Because what means more than anything
Is that it’s all about the children!