MT ( / Elkins, West Virginia)

My Children

Little shoes along the hall,
Finger marks upon the wall,
Toys scattered over all
My Children
Cries of pains,
And tears of joy,
Tossing, tumbling, little boys
My children
Sounds of laughter sheer delight
Hard to get to bed at night
Dirty, grimy, such a sight-
My Children
Years have passed
And now I yearn
For the days of their return
My Children

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great poem Maxine, so true and im cherishing every moment of it. jo