Children are like sponges: they absorb all your strength and leave
you limp...But give them a squeeze and you get it all back.
Ann Van Tassells Lincoln Line



Tonight all is quiet in our little home
Kids are peaceful and sweet in their beds.
Seems as though I'm a stranger in all of this calm
As today's chaos runs through my head.

These dear little angels in dreamland by now
Threw their halos away for today.
Instead they donned horns and pitchforks and tails
As they started right in with their play.

At nine they drew pictures all over my walls
At ten they discarded their clothes.
And promptly at noon they made soup with my soap
While their lunch burned away on the stove.

While the darlings were taking a nap (so I thought)
All their clothes were removed from the drawers.
And then were arranged in small heaps here and there
On lamps and on beds and on floors.

At two they decided to swim in the tub
With their clothes on this time, yes you guessed.
Then they chattered and giggled and had lots of fun
As they "helped" Mommy clean up the mess.

And I ran around in a frenzy all day
Tripping over the blocks and the toys.
I decided that all little girls were just beasts
And the same could be said for all boys!

With dinner disgraceful and appetite shot
Dishes stacked up all over the place..
I got through the day by a fraction of nerve
And bedtime ended the race.

And now nine o'clock, they're in bed, all is still
They are angels who challenge and dare
And so with a sigh and a tear in my eye
I discover another gray hair!




Poem by Bunny
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