WE'RE YOUR BOYS
by Patty Lynn
Now, in the car last week we talked
My twin grandsons and me,
About how we're a family.
My hope was that they'd see...
What is so hard to understand,
The simplest family tree,
That their grown mom was once a child,
And grandma's child is she.
They know we're all "connected"
And try to comprehend
That someday they'll get married
'Cause that's what God intends.
They know that they will grow up,
I said someday they'd find
A girl to be with always
Who'd love them all the time.
Imagine my heart melting
When one twin said to me,
"I'm going to marry you, Gram.
We both will. Wait and see."
I said that I would love that,
Two husbands, lucky me.
But I just wasn't ready,
Could not the next foresee.
The words with which they followed,
These cherished two, my joys,
Were what to them was logic:
"Well, Grandma, we're your boys."
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