My Boys


My boys wish you were here.
You've kissed the rosey forehead
Of lovers fore me and my boys.
But never again will I allow
The mis-growing,
Of My boys.
My boys aren't heated.
Their foreheads glow
With a thousand truthful kisses.
Of mine.
My boys.

Go if you may wander down,
Into the burns.
With prods and prickers on your skins,
Hundreds of midnight frightening ghouls.
The one's that awaken, foresakened.
My boys.

My boys wish you here.
I explain like a puzzle why you left.
I rhyme in here's and there's
Teach them with character bears.

But it is hard to teach a puzzle,
Where the pieces don't fit.
And the wholes are gaping
Waiting.
To be filled in time.
A whole and tragic picture.

Pieced together by the brilliance and affection,
Of My boys.