Kate Mcnaughton Poet Light Verse

My Five Angels

Im dancing roon the kitchen, the music is ablast, Ma table is a buzz of life and i am not 
harrassed. You see i have five angels who drive the neighbours wild, but in my eyes there's 
nothing better than the laughter of a child. We laugh and dance together and i thank god im 
alive,Cause sometimes i will doubt that when the sperm donor arrives, But today im very 
happy, I have my angels to myself, the joy i feel's fantastic and may it never end, cause I 
know whatever happens i will be there to defend.

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Sidney Hall Mad Poet August 31, 2011 at 6:08 PM Ooops! they did tell me the container was going to Scotland hehe! I love this poem there is nothing like the laughter of children. MORE!!! Kate Mcnaughton September 5, 2011 at 5:58 AM HAHA. this is about my beautiful children when they were small and my ex, their father. I have been happily married second time around now for years. I do agree about the laughter of a child, I't makes me happy but also gives me a lump in my throat and a tear. children are precious.

Carrie Richards September 28, 2009 at 3:44 PM Loving tribute from a mother who adores her children. Love this !! ~ Carrie

Doris Culverhouse September 25, 2009 at 5:32 PM nicely penned, thanks for your comments on my works!

Ashe Kristy De La Keur Scoville September 25, 2009 at 7:08 AM It seems we have much in common. I too have 5 angels. However I was not so blessed as they are no longer with me. Hold them tight and enjoy all you can......The Southern Bell.

James Fraser September 24, 2009 at 3:59 PM I bet they run you wild Kate, nice write>>James

Lena Pate May 19, 2009 at 7:49 PM Very sweet. There's nothing like the sound of laughter and the hug a of child. May you always be blessed. Nice poem.

Sandra Hudson May 19, 2009 at 4:56 PM The guardian angel and her cupids all tied in apron strings. That donor better hide his mug before he shows it around you! Wonderful sentiments Kate!-AA

Brian Baskin May 19, 2009 at 2:01 PM good poem