And then I thought what joy to me
my sons had brought.
The twinkle in their eyes,
their thoughts so wise,
their words so profound.
Me they did astound.
The elder one with a flair
for the scientific,
The younger with the skill
to make the mundane sound exotic
Visual spatial the first,
Auditory sequential the second
So apart still so alike
Hard to separate the two tykes.
One sees the world in pictures
The other in words
Caught in the middle
I try to make sense of both worlds
The one role I love
An honour on me bestowed
To be twice blessed thus
No mother could ask for more
Joy to my heart they bring
their words like sweet music ring
A diamond and sapphire ring he bought
for Mummy dear this year
With tears of joy my eyes filled
No gift do I hold more dear.
The greatest joy however will be
when I behold
my little boys turn into young men
good and bold
Worthy citizens, the planet their stage
Ah that would be bliss in old age.
But for now let me enjoy
the beauty of childhood
the precious moments of today
Boys will become men
But memories will stay
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