Children Are A Blessing Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You have no idea just how blessed you are.

'Oh?
I am aware of it.
I express my gratefulness 'everyday'.
But...
Why would you say that? '

You don't have children Or grandchildren.

'That's an awful thing to say.
Children are a blessing.
Sometimes I wish I had my own.'

And those 'other' times?

'Well...
I do admit,
I can't be around them all the time.
I have come to enjoy my peace of mind.'

I can't find peace of mind.
My 'kids' and THEIR kids...
Are around me ALL the time.
I can not go 'anywhere',
To not hear them without having a few minutes...
To forget they are my blessings.
Everyday I threaten to abandon them.

'That's terrible.
I could never think of that.'

That's why you are blessed,
Not to ever have those thoughts.
Me?
I can not plan an escape.
Guilt takes over.
And before I know it...
That vacation my spouse and I,
Promise each other to take alone...
With a finding ourselves far away from home.
Guess where our children are?

'Calling to say how much they miss you? '

NO!
However they do it they find were we are.
To then end up arguing amongst themselves,
Which one of them gets more attention.
And which one we love the best.
You can't even imagine listening to that,
While pretending to use the bathroom...
Alone!

'You're right.
While I'm using that time for myself...
I'm wishing I had children.'

That's a blessing I can't remember having in YEARS!