My Blessed Children

Two Blessed children they are mine
Stubborn like their father
Looks from their mother
Oh how I thought all would be fine

Kids on a mission running with all their might
Visions of soaking in a hot tub now gone from my sight
Footsteps descend then they sit on the bottom stair
Pleading for a few more minutes they think that is fair

They've given up on their mission, they could not fight the sleep
I'm now in my hot tub and I cannot hear a peep
I watch and wait looking at the door
Filled with dread expecting them to come sliding across the floor


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