Memories

Perhaps just as there is no bad publicity,
There is no bad memory of your children.

Every time you had to wash the poop off your hands,
Or the spit up from your shirt,
Or the pee off the floor.

Every time they yelled,
Or you yelled,
Or everybody yelled until they cried.

Every time you had to go to the doctor,
Or the emergency room,
Or the hospital.

You were there together-
Sometimes holding hands,
Sometimes not.

That is the life lived.
The good and the bad are both important patches
On everybody's quilt

All warm and beautiful at the end of the day.