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.

MB 2014.

Topic(s) of this poem: family

Form: Light Verse

Comments about My Family. by Michael A Berriman

  • Leah Ross (4/13/2016 10:21:00 PM)

    very well penned I love it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 13, 2016

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