Family

 

In nature all of family’s best,
A babe close held at mother’s breast,
A toddler holds his father’s hand,
And, hears his fervent voice command.

 

Two parents needed desperately,
One cooks a meal; the other free,
While Mom deals with the diaper deed,
The other children Dad must feed.

 

On, on it goes as families grow,
These little ones we’ve come to know,
The boisterous ones, the quiet, shy,
We love them all! Oh, my! Oh, my!

 

Now think about when you have grown,
As child has child; their very own,
You grasp upon the joy within,
And, feel the universe just spin!

 

You know that you have done what’s right,
The children raised; you've fought the fight,
It never was the push and shove,
It was the laughs, the hugs, and love!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 1, 2013