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Life

Conception through to childbirth,
As a hen bird on the nest,
Nine months growing in the womb,
Mothers know their children best.
The crying sounds that we make,
Like the bleating of a lamb,
Every cry, the mother knows
When to feed and when to calm.

The nights we leave you sleepless
When we're causing such a fuss,
'Though you're still tired by daybreak
What would you do without us?
When our first teeth are showing
You'll realise, for us, it's sore
And as we get frustrated,
We start to cry once more.

And then, as we grow older,
We begin to crawl and walk,
Then listening to our parents
We commence our 'baby talk'
But as those sounds develop,
Soon distinctive words we hear,
And then we realise that
We are talking, very clear

The next thing that is noticed
By our mothers, as they clean,
Those tiny marks are caused by
Grubby hands, on everything.
And though she starts complaining
'Bout those handprints everywhere,
Deep down she's really happy
We can put our markings there.

Then as the years go faster
We leave home and go to school,
By learning the three 'R's' we
Show our parents, we're no fool.
Our school days soon are over
To employment we do go,
It's then we comprehend
The world is not our amigo

But as each day is passing,
We grow older day by day,
And soon the role reversal
Will be coming into play.
The time is fast approaching
When we our parents will care
They need to be looked after,
They are such a special pair.

A life to us they've given,
They've given us of their best,
So mother and dear father,
It's now time you had your rest.
You've done so much for your kin,
It is time we cared for you,
All our lives you have loved us,
So we say "we love you, too".

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