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I'm now 44 years old and a stay at home mom to eleven children.  I recently found a poem that I wrote as a teenager, when I first listened to your show.  I thought you might like to hear it.  I call it "My Kingdom."


You may close the door upon me and think when you are gone

"Poor thing...she's stuck at home all day."

How wrong, my dear, how wrong.

"I am the queen of my own castle," I said with such sway

"for I decide what things will fill the hours of my day."

There are diapers, true, and work that must be done.

But children keep me company and can make it sometimes fun.

I can take a walk with baby, whenever I may please.

And watch the robins peck for worms and taste the sweet spring breeze.

Or I may sit by the window, Dr. Laura book on my knee,

Or wonder strange enchanted dreams of worlds that used to be.

I've clothes to mend and tears to dry, toys strewn across the floor.

But I have children's laughter too.  Who could ask for more?

You came home to me, dear, tired from a world that's cold.

And I have angel cheeks to kiss and golden hands to hold

And little arms around my neck and whispers in my ear.

Your world outside my kingdom walls, can't hold such treasures, dear.


Marianne