Caressing sweet memories of the birth of my sons,
their beauty, innocence, and dependence on me for
every need they had.
Wishing I could go back in time to relive those
moments again, yet being happy with the way they
have turned out.
Proud to call them my sons, my little family and
I are one.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proud-of-family/
