Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose, <br />These are fine children as all the world knows, <br />But into my arms in my dreams every night <br />Come Peter and Christopher, Faith and Delight. <br /> <br />Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure white, <br />Deborah shines like a star in the night; <br />Michael's round eyes are as blue as the sea, <br />And nothing on earth could be dearer to me. <br /> <br />But where is the baby with Faith can compare? <br />What is the colour of Peterkin's hair? <br />Who can make Christopher clear to my sight, <br />Or show me the eyes of my daughter Delight? <br /> <br />When people inquire I always just state: <br />"I have four nice children and hope to have eight. <br />Though the first four are pretty and certain to please, <br />Who knows but the rest may be nicer than these?"<br /><br />Aline Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ambition-2/
