My Boys...
Blonde Hair. Eyes of blue.
Heaven times three... Angels true,
Ok, maybe not... No cares...
Looks the same, but different as snowflakes.
Alloys of Mama and Papa...
My Rage they tame...
My greatest Joy, they be.
Pre-teens.
As a Father, I havent a clue...
Rooms to clean...
Earthquakes on two feet.
Backaches. Kisses.
Poems read... I love you said...
Voices like Church bells.
I love them,
can you tell?
Bliss. Awkwardness.
Aspirin.
Footballs. Baseball. Silly jocks...
Toys.
Grins. Baths.
Annoy.
The dark, the baby dreads...
Joy. Childishness.
Coy. So much noise.
Victims of the divorce, that was sued...
Gigglepuss. Monkey. It. Nicknames of love.
Lost socks. Runaway belts.
No school with Rags on heads...
Someday heart aches, and broken hearts.
Oh! The din!
Satisfaction.
Little riders all. Stars in the darkness...
Ecstasy. Foolhardiness.
Kin.
Knees in my back, while trying to sleep.
The little creep.
Peace.
Youthfulness.
Joy.
No Bugs; No Roadrunner... Power rangers that now rocks.
My age does show. Gladness.
Jump ropes. Goblins.
Healthy, thank Odin.
Funny.
Ruff hands hurts babies skin...
Callused hands, and a hardened heart, a cold Papa sometimes makes...
Handsome, they truly are...
What of girls; and. birds and bees...
Mimics.
Carefree, as they should be.
Ulcers for Papas only be.
Just for me?
Will my words
teach as much as my deeds?
Notes played,
Songs sung.
What of the keys?
Will they always love me?
Apes. Brothers. Lions, Tigers, and Bears...
Stories read, bedtime fights, pillows killed. Three against me.
Pains in the ass.
Joy.
Am I prejudice?
My goals, talking.
My Dreams, walking...
My Hope; My Fears...
Ah! How I want them to be proud of me, and yet, not like me...
No Tattoos. No scars.
Not sleds, but cars.
Beside loving women, not whores in bed.
Hell, Enough said.
Without them, emptiness.
An Abyss.
My Life, My Boys.