I don't get enough sleep,
because of the sounds of little feet.
I never have enough room in bed,
the kids take the room instead.
I'm never alone with my thoughts,
because there's crying and shouting a lot.
Sometimes it's hard to get off the couch,
with three little ones in my lap.
Whenever I take my baths,
outside the door I hear laughs.
Each time I sit down with a plate,
there's always a hand that will take.
Often when I've finished mopping the floor,
I have to go back and mop more.
But whenever I need to feel love,
there are always small arms that will hug.
And each tear that flows from my eye,
a little hand reaches up to wipe.
And when all I need is a laugh,
a smiling face will help me with that.
I often think of loved ones lost before,
and now I see that God has blessed me more.
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