Today they say; that, I… that, I
Was never around much and such
My heart it slowly sinks down, down
Into what is left of these dear hearts

I knew better and yet still
I did feel that they were right
They were just and to young
To remember, my babies, our lives

So tender and so tendered they were
Forget about, my new budget of time
And I would have to say they were right
If only I could bend this weary mind of mine, If only

They can’t recall within them, all of the time I spent
The millions of hugs and kisses exchanged
This bankers only Heaven I can not rearrange
Notes; not one of them, was even seven yet

The dancing done in our halls
The shopping in the malls
Nights spent up, when they were ill
Their refusals to swallow the whole pill

Not to mention the mixing of formulas
A chemist I became. and a garbage man too
I had become, the mountains of smelly diapers
And I the family’s Major General of bottom wipers

They forget how they had fallen for me, fast and asleep
And when that their dad was cool, sweet, and neat
The bread winner then the full course, a bum today
Divorced; oh how the times, they do sway my little sheep

In these their daddy’s arms, they would all fall, to weep
When mommy said no or a simple frustration instead did creep
Their bumps and bruises mended and all kissed; and now
I receive the cuts without band-aides, and with no amends

But, even so and though they… they are all puffed up
They all still play; within my mind, each and every day
As I remember them, their buggered noses, booger-ed up
And those wiggling toes my little Rag-a-Muffins they’ll stay

Puffed up today by what they were told, to believe
By one wounded soul or another; both did, but bled
But yet, I’ll blame their mother or any other deceived
For time has sold them, all three and even me

This fruit has fallen far from its tree
But always and forever more
I will seek these memories sore
For sown into these memoirs of mine they soar