These boys are my heart.
Wherever they are, I am.
When they hurt, I hurt.
When they are joyful, I am joyful.
I am raising them to be good human beings, I hope.
To be loving husbands and caring fathers.
To give the world the best that they have.
Sooner than I would like, they will be ready to spread their wings and fly.
When that day comes I will be cheering them on.
But hoping they will come back often to visit.