Her little ones

Her little ones

They were filled with laughter

They were filled with such joy

And in her youth

She wanted to be left alone

She wanted to be free

One day they grew up and left home

Now when the wind blows

She longs to hear children play

And when the sun goes down

Somehow she looks for them

To come in and prepare for bed

Aged and gray she wishes

So much for yesterday

The little ones she rushed away

From "Silent Seasons" 
copyrighted by Patricia Robinson Arnold