BOYS

i was going through my poetry and came across this one.  it has nothing at all to do with my own personal experiences, for i had a girl, not a boy.  i wouldn't have any idea how to raise a boy.  but i am sure that mothers of boys out there in j-land will recognize some of their own life in this poem..........enjoy and

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

to all.

 

BOYS

 

She watched them play outside her door

Making sure they were safe and sound

 

Even their dirty smudged faces she did adore

As she watched them wrestling there on the ground

 

She had never imagined life with three little boys

Though many had said they were easier to raise

 

After they slept each night she put away their toys

Trains, cars, soldiers instead of dolls dressed in lace

 

It seemed they seldom slowed down for long

But every once in awhile one would give her a kiss

 

She hoped they would grow up healthy and strong

Marry and live forever in love’s heavenly bliss

 

For now she was content with watching them play

And making them good things to eat

 

While she taught them life’s lessons for another day

And wiped off the spattered toilet seat

 

Her heart had longed for a petite little girl

Who would snuggle and cuddle all the time

 

Whose hair mommy could brush, comb and curl

And would sit quietly while she read a nursery rhyme

 

Instead God blessed her with three little boys

Who had wrapped themselves tightly around her heart

 

Even with all their sneaky ways and ploys

And how each other they tried to outsmart

 

So at night when prayers had been said

And she wiped the last grime off a face

 

She tucked each one into their bed

And thanked God for His abundant love and grace

(by Regina)