My Four Kids

by Robert (Bob) Moore© 2015 My kids were sometimes naughty, my kids were sometimes bad but I still had to love them, because I was their dad they would fight and argue, that was just amongst themselves but they would back each other, if it came to someone else as the years have hurried by, I’ve watched them grow with pride each carving their place in the world, and never step aside To defend what they believed in, in their daily work and play and I hope I helped to teach them that, somewhere along the way Then grandchildren came along, and perhaps my kids now know that trying to be a parent, is learning as you go to try and teach them values, far greater than your own and hope and pray, they turn out right, once they are full grown let them find their own way, with just a guiding hand and hope that in the future, they will understand that what you did was for their own good, at least that’s what I said and for peace and quiet now and then, so I could rest my head And now I love them more and more, not because I am their dad because I’ve watched them grow each day, and know the pride I’ve had to watch them working through it all, and see what they’ve become the world can see how proud I am, of my three daughters, and my son.