Four kids. Four kids and people keep asking us if we’re finished. Yes. We’re finished. No, we aren’t having any more. Our family is complete, and we’re happy. A little crazy, but happy. The end is here, and we are blessed beyond measure. These four kiddos keep us hopping, but they make us smile and shake our heads in wonder basically every day.

When my blogging friends chose “Endings” as the topic for December’s poetry theme, I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with my poem. Silly? Serious? Reflective? What I did know is there is a lot of discussion in this house about the END of things.

end is here poem image

Let’s see what happened:

The End is Here

El Fin
Finito
Done-o
This is it.

No more kids.

No more diapers.

Praise the Lord.

Seems anti-love
Anti-parent
Anti-happiness

But I’m ready to move on.
Enter the new season of
Watching them grow.

The end is here.
Amen.


Be sure to read the poems from my blogging friends using theme, “Endings.”

Karen of Baking in a Tornado with “From the End to the Beginning

Dawn of Cognitive Script with “The Meaning of the End

Jules of The Bergham Chronicles with “La Fin

Jen from Sparkly Poetic Weirdo with “Endings, the New Beginnings

Diane of On the Border with “An Ending?