My Young

By ThomasJackson

My Young

My Young

They're running,

being crazy,

yelling,

screaming,

and laughing out loud,

they're having fun,

finally,

outside of the house,

in the fresh air,

in the bright sun,

without even one care,

three little boys,

playing with toy guns,

learning together,

whats fair,

and what is not,

understanding why to share,

and songs,

once i had sung,

now they sing,

and here i sit,

watching,

smiling,

loving,

my young.

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