Like the rising tide
I swell with pride
Able to pass the limits
Swelling over my laments
Inspiration comes
aspirations from
My children’s dreams
Their deviant schemes
Too smart for their own good
Too start where they should
Chutes and ladders
And they start at the latter
They are cunning
Beauty stunning
Sweet and sunny
Blunt and funny
I live to come from work
And watch them go berserk
Cheering and shouting
As the stairs I’m mounting
It is their joy I covet
I can’t help that I love it
I can not hide or shroud
Of my children I am proud
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