I was young at one time in my life.
I then matured and looked for a soulmate, my wife.
Full of passion, there was nothing I could not do, could not fix.
Throws of passion filled days and nights led to children, to the sum of six.
Three daddie's girls and three momma's boys.
Oh what perfect balance, oh what a joy.
A stay at home mom is what was in need.
So I blue collared my calloused hands till they hurt, till they'd bleed.
On one blue collar check we always managed to get by.
My wife not only great with our children, but she'd always have our money mysteriously multiply.
Those days have now passed, most of our children are all grown up and gone.
I look back to when I toiled relentlessly to provide, when I worked my hands clean down to the bone.
It's worth now is priceless, perhaps forgotten about by our children but not by myself and my wife.
When we were young we gave it all, everything we had, to give our six children the best possible life.
Now we have grandchildren and we smile so proudly, beaming, remembering what we have accomplished.
Together my wife and I created our own little community, siblings with numbers and love, something we always wished.
So now its our children's time to be young as my wife and I once were and admire their own passions, their very own dreams.
And its time for us to enjoy the sunrises and sunsets as our children begin to create their own little teams.