Poem For My Three Sons
Oh how I miss those days so much
Getting a smile from a gentle touch
Watching you sleep was such a joy
I was blessed with 3 baby boys
Missing the giggling and fun we had
Watching you grow into 3 fine lads
Missing the road trips we would take
To Ottawa, Brockville and Elliot Lake
Always stopping along the way
Just to enjoy the beauty of that day
All the word games that we played
Oh I how I miss…. how I miss those days
Baseball games down at the park
Cheering you on till after dark
Yelling whenever you’d get a home run
Proudly I’d say, “That’s My Son”
Riding our bikes down to the lake
On the way back stopping for a shake
You'd always have to stop and wait
As you all three peddled faster than me
So thankful I am for the memories
I keep in my heart
For the times we are now apart
When you’re not here I miss you so
And I want all three of you to know
That your mother loves you so
You are still my three baby boys
Now grown up
With lives of your own
© 2011 Susan Zutautas