My children’s laughter lives within my heart.
I summon it when lonely days abound.
Those memories bring sunshine of a sort
Because my busy children aren’t around.
Their childhood stories flow beneath my pen.
Of scaling ladders hanging down the house.
Their childish antics still can make me grin.
Despite the fact they often made me cross.
Sometimes I grieve for all the times gone by.
And yet I have them still when they unfold
In story after story of our lives,
Sweet memories I hold more dear than gold.
Those memories I save with pen and words,
To guard against those times when life can hurt.