I’m watching them grow
from the laundry I fold
I peer into their room and see drums and a lizard
Bigger shoes and books with barely any pictures
When did I blink?
When did I stop buying coconut shampoo
and trade it for manly shower gels?
If I look closely
On their beds or under
I see Curious George with a bandaged head
A pony here and a blue dog up there
a book about Fred and Ted that was half read
There’s a sleeping blond haired boy
On the bunk below
With blue eyes so fair
and cheeks so soft
Perfect to sink kisses in
Just above this one
is the older son who will soon be ten
with adventure filled eyes
and feet ready to run.
The years pass by so quickly
It’s not something they just say.
You’d be wise to listen
and don’t blink.
This one
Blond hair and freckles
Tall and skinny
with the kindest of hearts
That one
Blond hair with expressive brows
Solid and gentle
Creative and visionary
How did I get them?
I’m the luckiest Mom ever
Pieces of Candi 