Boys

Blessed little souls,
That came from on high.
See...there the dimples,
Take a look at the eyes.

For they were born...to us,
And we think they are fine.
We feel we are fortunate,
That we can call them 'mine'.

See...the firm little bodies,
The biceps and more.
And the size of their feet,
Each one we adore.

You can see...they are perfect,
By the model they bear.
Be they...just common flesh,
Or built in...with aires.

O...they are seedlings,
So full of new sprouts.
And as they grow bigger,
We will master...our doubts.

For our own blood runs in them,
These pert little wads.
And we will always remember,
They were fashioned by God.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

I took liberty with this poem to have it include identical twin boys. My grandsons; Ethel's great, great grandsons.