By Mary (Gammie) Collins
I say it’s good to be alive
When those you love the most arrive.
This is the sweetest sound I know,
To hear the children shout “Hello”
It fills the measure with content
To get that hug that’s truly meant
And I enjoy the time I use –
In taking off their overshoes
It makes me proud to have them be
Happy to share a meal with me.
And when they shatter plate or cup
The pieces gladly I pick up
Their mother by their noise disturbed
Insists that children should be curbed
And with that notion I agree,
Except when visiting with me.