A Parents Poem!

Hope everyone's day is bright and sunny....
Mine is dreary, dark gray, and runny.....
Oh someone please make this rain stop.....
Before I start to blow my top.....
For walkings harder when it rains....
The joints, they creak, from aches and pains...

But off to school the kids must go....
Their alarm clock is when I bellow.....
"Awake, Arise, Get dressed, let's eat"...
Alas the patter of six stomping feet....
The moans and groans sound a lot like mine....
But they'll see it gets worse with the passing of time...

So now everyone's dressed and ready to bolt....
But stop dead in their tracks from the lightening jolt...
And those that were just very eager to go.....
Slowed the pace to a creep, way beyond moving slow....
And in a stern voice came another loud shout.....
"Go to school..Hurry up....oh would you all please get out!"...

And when the clouds opened up, and the downpour abated..
The daddy just shoved and he couldn't have waited....
For the bus now pulled up and the kids had to dash....
Remembering lessons, while rubbing, thunders not all that can crash....
Safely seated, now the big yellow bus pulls away....
And whisks all of the angels off to school for the day...

Have a seat, eat some grub, some even nip from a flask....
Go to work, at the office, or the home is a task.....
Just when you relax, it comes back, "Holy ****!"....
And you think, "I'm not ever gonna be finished with it"...
For my respite will last, at the most, seven hours....
All the sunshine gets darker as your face starts to sour....
And the look you just had, you know, the one with the grin...
Disappears, like it's stolen, much to your chagrin.....
'C-ya Smile, all the lines of the face now look sad....
When you realize, that's not long, and they'll be home being bad....
Then there's homework, and dinner, bathtimes, then the bed...
All the while whispering "Oh how I wish I was dead"...
But then you read them a story, and their faces light up....
Questions asked, answers given, "NO, you can't have a pup!"...
And the last thing that's done before kisses and hugs....
Are the prayers to the Lord to give Him all His love....
Then a "click", now lights out, and they race off to slumber..
As you pass by the mirror and you silently wonder....
Are the gray hairs all worth it? Having stress make me strong?....
Have I done a good job helping them move along?....
Have I taught the right things? Will their path twist with turns?....
I just hope they're protected is what most of us yearn....
As we send them away from our care everyday...
Wishing deep down inside, they could stay and you'd play..
But then you realize the feelings of angst and of death....
Were just silly old ramblings not worthy of breath.....
For you've found the true joy that you've wanted so long...
In the sounds of a "crash" or in hearing kids songs.....
Maybe yours comes from tossing 'round balls with your son...
Giving bike riding lessons while along side them you run...
Whatever your joy is and however it comes.....
Just be thankful you have, it's not easy for some....
Now go, do your stuff, but remember this day.....
Say I love you, give some hugs, and thank God when you pray!