My Daughter I wrote this poem for my daughter when she was three years old. They really do grow up too fast!
Muddy Faces The wonderful time children have playing in the mud may frustrate many a mother, but this poem deals with it in a way that show the humor of it all.
My Son I wrote this poem as a gift for my best friend who had just delivered her first son. Then it occured to me how much I related to this poem, being a young single mother when my son was born. I decided to dedicate it to him...