My children are my silver and gold,
For me I have such riches untold,
Stock’s as good as money they say,
Every day for them I pray.

My girls came first and then the boys,
Each one was such a bundle of joy,
They brought their problems as all kids do,
Yet we were always there to see it through.

Now they’re all grown up with families of their own,
Then I have the treasure of photos in my home,
So I have got grandchildren, eleven altogether,
Who give me joy and also love in every kind of weather.

My girls are my jewels and pearls,
My boys rough cut diamonds no curves,
Grandchildren like dew drops that hang on a flower,
Shining more radiant hour after hour.

My happiness would be complete,
If their dad had the kids round his feet,
Yet he sees from above, we are bonded in love,
And one day we will meet once again.