When I think of my boys
I think happiness and joys
In abundance
Lullabies and sleepy times
Storybooks and nursery rhymes
Soft, soft hair and warm sweet skin
Love that only a mother is in
Hours spent playing and learning and growing
Watching the years pass and not really knowing
That what I had then I could never replace
My own piece of heaven in each little face
How I long now to hold them again
My three little boys have grown into men
All clever and handsome and good and kind
A better family no-one could find
But I still miss my babies and always will
There’s a hole in my heart that nothing could fill
I do have my memories sharp still and clear
I just close my eyes and they all re-appear
Blonde hair with blue eyes and dimples each side
Black hair with brown eyes a pixie I spied
Blonde hair with brown eyes and a smile that could melt
Nothing could better the pride that I felt
Tottering steps and cheeky smiles
If joy could be measured it would go on for miles
What can I say; I was blessed with these three
I don’t need to find heaven I’ve been there you see
