My step mom sent me a poem I wrote as a teen, that she found in storage and just sent it to me. I'm now 44, with 11 children that I stay home with them. I used to listen to you often as a teen and loved your show as much as I do now.
"My Kingdom"
You may close the door upon me and think when you are gone, "Poor thing, she's stuck at home all day" - How wrong, my dear, how wrong.
"I am queen of my own castle", I said with such a sway, "for I decide what things will fill the hours of my day."
There are diapers, true, and work that must be done.
But children keep me company and can make it sometimes fun.
I can take a walk with baby, whenever I may please.
And watch the robins peck for worms and taste the sweet spring breeze.
Or I may sit by the window - Dr. Laura book on my knee.
Or wonder strange enchanted dreams of worlds that used to be.
I've clothes to mend and tears to dry. Toys strewn across the floor.
But I have children's laughter, too. Who could ask for more?
You came home to me, dear, tired - from a world that is cold.
And I have angel cheeks to kiss and golden hands to hold.
And little arms around my neck and whispers in my ear.
Your world outside my kingdom walls, can't hold such treasures, dear.
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