as time goes by the pride and joys
come and goes but never from
the heart
the tears you cry are happy and sad
the little miracles' have grown
peace has settled but not for long
as one by one they
come for Sunday lunch
Always nice when the kids come by, it feels good to be a parent.. A 10
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When they have grown they maybe adults but they are still your babies, they just eat more on a Sunday, as my bank balance will testify. A great poem.