on having boys

grubby little hands and feet
the smell of sticky sweat and sweet

trucks and books and dinosaurs
heavy breathing, little snores

poop and pee and tooter jokes
saying things to shock my folks

wrestling moves and pig piling
days chocked full of smiling

pockets that are full of rocks
laundry filled with balled up socks

taking toys and throwing fits
it’s a wonder our house isn’t broken to bits

loving fierce and loving hard
stitches that will leave you scarred

sharing boogers and random finds
I’m so glad to call you mine.

I love you Charlie and Eddie.
I am so proud to be a mom to boys.

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