This poem was inspired by my own boys when they were young. Oh how quickly time moved on.
Boys Playing
boys playing, an everyday occurrence,
I watch them in wonder,
my boys, created from a love,
between I and their mother,
boys playing,
moments special beyond words,
the sound of play, echo everyday,
yet seldom, the sounds truly heard,
boys playing,
time seemingly to go slow,
in reality marching its endless march as mysteriously the children grow,
boys playing,
once an everyday occurrence.
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