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by trudy Sep 22, 2006 category : Life, society / inspirational
A mother of 4 I do adore Their innocent little faces From morning till night I guide a bright light To put them through their paces One wise little owl One cheeky frown And one very determined madam The other you see is a puzzle to me she has got some strange hold over me. These are my girls More precious than pearls And amazed that they are mine I know they're still growing But i have my way of knowing That this has been a most wonderful time
by trudy
Lov it it iz gud
I wrote this poem when my kids wher all in primary school.they are all teenages and i have a foster child.this age brings new challenges.they have grown into butiful young people and its like poetry watching them develope
