This poem was created 5 years ago. I updated a few lines and share with you today.
From the young child that filled your tummy,
You can hear the same cry, Why not Mummy?
From the child that loudly beat the toy drum,
Comes the question, where do babies come from?
From the child who disobeyed, regardless of what you said,
Every night you can hear, Mama why do I have to go to bed?
From the child who always starts with a big sigh,
What comes next will be, Mommy, why can’t I?
From the child you always told wait ‘til you get older,
Now older but still may rest a head on your shoulder.
From the child who arrived before she was due,
She never stops asking you, do I really have to?
From the child who pushed the limit each and every day,
The line that you always hear, can I go out and play?
No matter what they say or what we have to say,
We smile with great pride on their wedding day.