Sweet are those days;
Playing with the peer,
Crying for broken toys,
Fighting for mom's lap.
Sweeter are these days;
Struggling hard with books,
Craving for identity,
Taping out of joy.
Sweetest would be those days;
Sharing sweet memories of yours with your spouse,
Experiencing the motherhood, and
Finally waiting for the grandchild.
Queeny Gona
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-peep-into-life/
