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Ringlet curls
Cabbage patch wrists
Dependent on me
Everyday a new twist

Making and breaking
Toys, games and knick-knacks
Mommy’s little speed racers
Mile long smile’s, are all I can crack

Yeah, frustration settles
From time to time
Then I behold their faces 
And think “wow, those are mine”

I try to think back
Before mommy-hood
On a straight road to nowhere
Parties, cigs, all no good

I went to see Doc.
He said “hey, Randa guess what…
…no more parties for you…
…at least not for 9 months”

Shock sunk in
“I’m a mommy-to-be”
A whole pack of cigs in the trash,
For the baby growing in me

Now I’m a mommy of 2
One 10 months and one on year 3
And to tell you the truth
I wouldn’t change one thing

They straightened me up hair to toe
No other could understand
How I thank them so
My hero’s un-planned

Copyright © Miranda Lambert
Written: 6/21/2011
For “My Children” Contest

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