Sometimes

About my boys and being a dad.

I look at my boys,
And I want to cry.
They are so sweet,
And I wonder why.
How I created,
Something so good,
Is a mystery,
Never understood.
I need them more,
Then they will ever know
They are my life,
And I love them so.
They grow and learn
In every way
I watch with amazement
And it makes my day
Nothing could ever
Change my mind
Because my love will last
Until the end of time
So as they get older
And become little men
I can sit back
And remember back then.
Of two little boys
That Im so proud to have
To love me, need me
And to call me DAD.