My Children Poem by Donna Nimmo

My children are a source of joy
One a girl and the other a boy
Beautiful memories of them growing up
My babies at home are now a pup
Got a grandson now who I lavish with love
I'll be there for him too, push come to shove
He's a teenager now and looks like his mom
I take him to church and he stays real calm
He makes me remember raising them
And that's wonderful memories that I don't condemn
My happiness I had was raising those two
They never caused me pain or made me blue
God's little blessings given to me
With them in my life that makes blessing number three!