Grin And Bear It
Like a mantra she repeats,
"I love my kids, I love my kids…"
Never doubting her heart,
Only a reminder.
High dreams trampled by sweet little feet,
Cause her to squirm in happy life.
A hot desire to turn back time...
Dial things back.
Babies? Of course, the same as they are now.
A different time, perhaps.
But, this is the real world,
Or so she is told,
So she grins and bears it.
Maybe again in another year.