The kids grew up without a mum around,
I had to play a double roll instead;
I often tripped while travelling strange ground
But somehow they were clothed and washed and fed!
Most times they had to go without a lot
And often made the most of second best,
But they were satisfied with what they got
And always held their own among the rest.
But we were happy - that's a great big yes
And made it through the shadows as a team;
We had our failures but we found success,
We had our nightmares, but we made our dream.
It all seems very long ago somehow
And worth it, too - for you should see them now!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem