110.

It's been a trying last few days.

I don't know where to start.

I'm jumping through the many hoops

because they are my heart.

Discouraged that my barren womb

could never bring forth life,

my tears were turned from grief to joy

by my hero, by my wife.

I knew the minute she conceived,

I know that sounds so queer.

A child's voice right next to me

said, "Mama I'm right here.

"I'll soon be nestled in your arms,

but after Mommy's nursed.

We heard your prayers, so crystal clear.

I wanted to be first."

With each new bundle, little joy,

I can't believe my eyes.

They all have given more to me

than I ever could surmise.

I know it doesn't change a thing

while living daily life.

The girls, they're mine from birth on up,

my genes or of my wife.

But laws are laws, not made by hearts,

nor sometimes fairer heads.

So every footpath laid before

I'll forward on to tread.

My girls won't know till later on

they didn't grow from me.

And Love won't care it's recognized

in this, the land of free.

I'm grateful more than I can say,

this barely just begins.

My happiness belongs with them:

Susan, Paige and twins.

109.

Mama is a working girl.
She leaves near ev'ry day.
But always back to home she comes.
Three girls are there to play.

They meet her at the door, all three,
one running, two at crawls.
And each will squeal or laugh or clap
til she can hold them all.

No matter how the day drags on,
from morn to early night,
the precious smiles from those dear three
will always set things right.

108.

Polly started up the stairs.

She got to number two.

Our little tow-head started up.

To where, she had no clue.

A quiet girl is often-times

a girl to be checked on.

And Polly was just crying, so,

I knew there was a con.

Sure enough I headed where

her cries, the last, were heard.

Just in time to stop that girl

'fore climbing up the third.

And reaching for my little one,

I caught her backward fall.

My nerves have never been as shook

as now that they can crawl.

107.

I have a keyboard, now, it seems.

I've had to write these in my dreams.

A lot of time has since elapsed

since last I penned. My brain collapsed!

106.

Polly's surfing channels

till she finds the perfect one.

She pushes all the buttons,

while laughing at the fun.

She passes up the news,

the soaps, commercials, too,

until she finds the one she wants,

and sits right down to view.

I must admit my jaw sagged down

when she first learned this trick.

But no one seemed at all surprised

when cartoons were the pick.