Raising Children Is Glee - Poem by Angelique' Rockwell
My two boys are growing
There's one more on the way
What would it have been like to be asked
Any kids? And answer 'nay'?
They grow and they fight
It seems like worse every day
Yet the simple, little joys of life
Bring forth from them 'yeah! '
When does the craziness
Totally and completely sink in?
A day, a week, ten years?
Will I be alone then?
No, is my answer.
I don't think I'll ever be
But that doesn't make me unhappy
Raising children for me is glee!
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