… The sun shines on your lively face,
Reflecting all your warmth, your grace.
You smile at me, what do you think,
As I wave from our kitchen sink?
… Do you hope I’ll come out soon,
To tell you, “Bout the trees, the moon?
“A stick for me? A stone, too?
“What a surprise, how nice of you!”
… You’ve gone again, birds flew by,
There will be more, my sons, don’t cry!
Our worlds will never seem too cold!
Within smiles like your, my grown up sons!! …
FOR MY SONS…