Forty-two years have passed now.
Years just seem to fly by some how.
1972 was the year
That my mother and father were filled with cheer.
To the birth of a new baby girl
Who would never wear ribbons and pearls.
For the society in which she would grow
Will be filled with hard work and money that will quickly go.
A house with ten
That soon filled in.
It took my family a lot of years
Along with sweat and tears
To make their home nice.
There were also many years of government lines
Where people filled grocer bags during hard times.
I remember those lines so well.
Rice, peanut butter and cheese (that didn't melt it would only swell),
Is all my family would receive.
Although, Times were tough after I was conceived.
I learned a lot about family through this.
Think safe and your pill don't miss.
Plan things well in life.
Or you may end up a struggling mother and wife.
Think things through.
Or you may end up doing more than you care too.
And remember when you are forty-two
All the hard work you do not have to do.
Leaving time for fun and family for you.
Giving time for dreams and hopes too.