What do you see when you look at me
my beautiful babies?
Not the worn out body I feel locked in..
No my babies..you see me.
To you I'm the person who's always loved you,
who takes delight in your laughter and glee.
Who kisses you better and mends you bruises,
No you dont see this broken body my beautiful babies,
You just see ME.....

Ah, that's nice, Neenag ... and so true!

thankyou lily xx

HI Neenag,lovely poem When you have children you think your life is complete. When your grandchildren arrive you know it is.Angel4ux

lovley poem neenag ,hugs x