They may be crazy at times,
But they love each other.
Some would think that four children would drive you crazy,
But if you really think about it it's not that many.
They tought us our good manners when we were young,
And even though they wish they could do some things over they're Proud of us.
They sent us to our rooms when we were bad,
Or if we liked to be alone we had to stay outside with people.
My parents.
They may be crazy at times,
But I love them.
Lydia C. Pantley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-parents-7/
