engl. Gedicht
Gerade darüber gestolpert:
There’s three to wash, three to dry.
There’s three who argue and three who cry.
One’s in the mud having a ball,
One stands on the chair, waiting to fall.
The other holds a crayon, marking a wall.
Some days seem endless, my patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen to be a mother of triplets?
The answer comes clear at the end of the day,
As I tuck them in bed, and to myself I say
There’s three to kiss and three to hug:
And best of all, three to love!
Viele Grüße
Jana mit
A. (2004), J. (2006), N. (2008 ), L. + M. + A. (2010 bei 34+0 mit 2,3 / 2,2 / 1,6kg)