Michael A Berriman
My Family. - Poem by Michael A Berriman
I have a wife, I have a home
I have five children and a phone
I have no time to call my own
I have no time to be alone.
Kids and grandkids take my time
Granny answers this is fine
As long as our sun lives to shine
I am blessed, this life of mine.
Setbacks, we have had a few
Now happy hears, this is new
Our home often called the zoo
A busy place for us too!
Wonderful how our tribe has grown
Multiplying from the small seed sown
Children all, they are on loan
This lovely family we call our own.
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