Seven pairs of tiny feet

I always can hear the pitter patter of tiny feet

I often wonder if my seven little children will be the death of me.

But ofcourse their all so very dear to me

Billy is my savior and imdiate babysitter.

Jake always the thoughtful one to bring me my tea.

Susie with her basket full of kittens.

Jamie and his torn socks from climbling all those rocks.

Katie and her tea parties with all her teddy bears.

Samantha known as sammy my little tom boy with her toy cars.

And my baby Rupert who never cries at night.

Ive changed my mind my children aren’t so much of a fright.