A Mother's Joy

The sun's smiling unto us that morn. A fairly weather for a summer vacation. I grab the picnic basket and all stuffs. The children were all ready for ar day out. In the middle of road, we start to play. My pretty young ladies couldn't hide a thrill. We sing altogether, while teasing on each other. Next is a laudest laugh without a means. We reached the place where all fun was held. In the middle of land where my innocence was built. The field seems so old, yet nothing's ever changed. Lies all the memories I shared them while we eat. We lay down the grass and look up the sky. And begin our imagination to run wild. They say that the prince and princess dancing in the clouds. The other one keeps telling, angels are flying high. Those happy hours we spent together, Left a place to my heart, forever i'll remember. No words can describe for a joy it can bring. To a mother who only wants the best for her children.