Our Children Are A Blessed Thing Poem by Regena Kilgore

We have three, you and I.
All as beautiful, as the sky.
One is grown, with three of her own.
A good mother she is, always at home.

The middle one is, special you see,
for she is made of you and me.

Then there's the wee one, the last to come,
she's as bright..as the sun.

Yalls, ours, mine, his,
All of these, they are 'our kids.'
Each one beautiful,
as the sky,
And James, they belong to you and I!

(03-02)