Sometimes I sit and watch them <br />running through the yard. <br />I just can't stop from smiling <br />and saying... ''This aint that hard! '' <br />I would'nt trade a minute <br />of this work that must get done. <br />Because throughout the hardest times <br />so often comes the fun. <br />How can we call this ''working'' <br />when we get to see the joy <br />that spills out of each smiling face <br />of our two girls and boy? <br />I'm tired, sore, and cranky. <br />This is very true... <br />I just remind myself each day <br />the importance of what I do. <br />The time they're young goes by so fast. <br />You blink and then they're grown. <br />But if we do the best we can, <br />we'll never be alone.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-children-4/
