There are some days I still recall
When all my babies were quite small
They laughed a lot and cried some too
Midst pillows, quilts, scissors and glue.
The kitchen floor, their happy place
With lessons and great playing space
It was the classroom served them best
That through the years withstood each test.
I relish now the times we had
When all were young, not yet a lad
So full of hope who could forget
And nothing left to hold regret !
