Those frantic years spent looking after kids!
Feeding them and dressing them;
helping them with homework;
whisking them to school
through rush-hour streets;
taking them to burger bars and children's films;
giving up the best years of our lives
to help them make a better start with theirs;
never knowing what the future holds
or whether they'll be even slightly happy.
Such an effort, while it's happening!
But later, looking back, we miss those times.
Perhaps we didn't give them up at all.
Perhaps they WERE the best years of our lives!
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