Kids

They might be good,

They might be bad,

They will have moods,

That drives you mad.

They might be sad,

They might be glad,

They'll make a mess,

When you tell them off,

They may just hiss.

They'll give you goodnight kisses,

They'll occasionally say sorry,

And, maybe buy you flowers,

With their pocket money.

No matter what their behaviour,

They are still young;

So, love your kids with

All of your heart,

Because time is short,

And they'll grow up fast,

You'll miss them most,

When their growing is done.

Remember, a child's love,

Was built to last,

So build those memories,

Treasure those moments,

Because when they grow up,

They'll look back to a happy childhood past.