My True Loves

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My True Loves

My true loves are 3 and 4, two boys that i simply adore...
They bring me up when I am down...and bring love all around,
When things get tough & rough, & I think I've had enough...
They make me smile, laugh and life becomes all fluff...
People think I'm lonely because I have no man...
No man can make me happy the way these grandsons can
God fills our lives with happy little souls, gifts from above
They just make me whole... Every day I spend with these boys is filled with pure & simple joys, making up silly games & playing with toys.
They love to help do laundry, vacuum,  & put sheets on their beds...giving such esteem to their cute little heads.  If you never get a chance to have granddaughters or grandsons...your welcome to come share a day filled with fun,  I feel like i'm 4, but I am 51.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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