My Loves

they have ten fingers
and they have ten toes
they don't know anger
they carry no morose
their eyes still bright
cheeks still of rose
they still laugh
til milk spills from their nose
they don't understand hate
they don't understand loathe
they still know to play
and still dream grandiose
they still talk sweetly
and carry so much hope
they don't yet carry worry
and still know how to joke
they are my beautiful children
and my one reason to boast
they are the reason I'm here
they are my home
they are the reason i change
they are the reason i grow.
yes my beautiful children
are the reason I'm whole