Thank Heaven

Thank Heaven for kids who push your every button.
Who whine, cry and fight over everything but nothin'.
"Mom guess what he did?"
"No I didn't. You lie!"
"Now Angels, let's all sit and enjoy some lemon pie."


Thank Heaven for spilt milk and juice,
That graces the table when all hell breaks loose.
You think to burst, you want to cry,
But wait, he's grabbed the towel, ready to dry.
And what's another spot, another stain, another tear,
Bits and pieces of life need not hide but learn to share.


Thank Heaven for sleepless nights that never seem to end,
A wet bed, a leg ache or a simple need of a friend.
I'll sing you a song, a glass of water and say good night,
Another day gone, another day out of sight.
Is it all worth it to me, can I wake with hope enough,
To wipe away more tears and say, "E, Mai & Z, you've got the right stuff!"


I Thank Heaven, I thank God for sending my precious three,
I love them and they love me, a perfect place for spilt milk and insanity.