My sons #Sundaypoem
One of you I do not know
Your home is in a womb
Warm and cozy but a bit dark
You don't need lots of room

The other is free to run around
Hair blowing in the wind
Playing and laughing on the ground
With daddy or a friend

What a joy to see each smile
All the things you'll learn
Now I'll wait a little while
Til your brother is born

Soon you'll be brothers
Laughing, playing, and fighting one another
But nothing will break the bond you share
With the one you call brother