I guess they wonder why I take <br />The time to make things nice <br />When holidays are here I like <br />The house to smell like spice <br /> <br />I like to celebrate each season <br />With the special style of every one <br />But I’ll tell you a secret, my friend <br />For me it’s all about the children <br /> <br />I love my kids, oh yes I do <br />But they’re grown and have their place <br />I did those special things for them <br />During their growing-up space <br /> <br />I want my grandkids to have the life <br />That I gave to my daughter and son <br />Now when I do special things <br />It’s all about the children <br /> <br />Their marriages came and left <br />With the children in confusion <br />But when they go to grandma’s house <br />They don’t feel that it’s an intrusion <br /> <br />No, everything is as it always was <br />Loving arms, good food and fun <br />Because what means more than anything <br />Is that it’s all about the children!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-all-about-the-children/
