Our Children Poem by Mary Nagy

Sometimes I sit and watch them
running through the yard.
I just can't stop from smiling
and saying... ''This aint that hard! ''
I would'nt trade a minute
of this work that must get done.
Because throughout the hardest times
so often comes the fun.
How can we call this ''working''
when we get to see the joy
that spills out of each smiling face
of our two girls and boy?
I'm tired, sore, and cranky.
This is very true...
I just remind myself each day
the importance of what I do.
The time they're young goes by so fast.
You blink and then they're grown.
But if we do the best we can,
we'll never be alone.