Instead of joining the rat race doing work I would hate,
I stayed home with my children and taught them to be kind,
To love, and to share, and to care, and to mind.
We went on excursions I knew they would like,
We played games, and sometimes we'd hike.
Our home was a place other children came to,
And often the line-up was long at the loo.
A three-story treehouse we had high in our trees,
And one day I counted twelve boys through the leaves.
The forts that they built covered the floor,
With hardly a path there was to the door.
And when it was bedtime, we made it a game,
We'd race down the hallway; it was always the same.
They'd beat me by a long, long mile,
But I'd give them a kiss and then I'd smile,
And say, "Next time I'll win, you wait and see."
They'd just grin their mischievous grins at me.
Then a grandchild I was blessed with from heaven above,
And then there were six more for me to love,
When I look into each sweet trusting face,
Holding chubby hands, I feel my heart race,
Of my flesh and blood, I swell with pride,
And with happiness, I've sometimes cried.
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