For My Children

You’re all in charge of authoring a story Of love and humor, suspense and glory You’re writing starts with your very first thought And doesn’t end til your life is naught. Know, My Dears, these books; your own There are no cowriters; authors unknown Flip those pages and make your quills dance Miss no opportunities, take a chance If somewhere in those thick tomes of yours You have questions “whys and what fors?” Do not ponder and then overthink For there’s no such thing as permanent ink There will be some tearstained pages Most likely in your middle ages There will be words you’d like to forget Or phrases in which you may regret But when it reaches the golden stage The best of the story in a later page Grab a pencil and throw some sparks And don’t be afraid of eraser marks Then once it’s written and you do find There was a time of hurt when life’s unkind Go ahead and toss out awful chapters Because Momma loves Happily Ever Afters