Every Now and Then

I love my children dearly, And I am blessed so surely, With memories of them for eternity. But every now and then, I wish they would let me use my own pen, For adventures to plan, Without them seeing the need for use of a different pen, Full of ink and wisdom that is still young to upset my plan. I Love my children dearly, But I see the need for distance more clearly, With wisdom that increases yearly. I love my children dearly, But every now and then, I wish wisdom would override their plan, And encourage them too borrow my pen, Every now and then.