I’m in my mid-forties and am a stay-at-home mom to eleven children! I used to listen to you often as a teen, and back then I wrote a poem I want to share with you, as I knew even then what was my chosen path in life. 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 queen of my own castle,
I say with such a sway,
For I decide what things will fill
The hours of my day.
I can take a walk with baby,
Whenever I may please
And watch the robins peck for worms
And taste the sweet spring breeze.
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 come 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.
I Knew My Lifetime Path When I Was Just A Teen