Ode to My Boys

Ode to My Boys

Stinky and sweaty and sticky and sweet

Dirty fingernails, grubby feet

Three little guys consume all my day

"Mommy, I'm hungry. Mom, can we play?"

A trail of tractors and blocks in their wake

And train tracks and dump trucks and Legos and cake

Yes, cake.

For wherever my boys are, I'm sure to find food

And wrappers and crumbs, and things left half-chewed

For they're growing, I tell you, too fast for my liking

Their shoes are a'shrinking, their pant legs are hiking

They eat and they grow and they then eat some more

I'm known by first name at our grocery store

That store.

They wrestle, they tumble, they tug and they fight

Competitive critters, from morning 'til night

Kicking at balls and swinging foam swords

They grunt and they laugh and they growl and they roar

All the while watching to see that I see

Their young macho conquests performing for me

Just me.

'Cause they love their momma, they all tell me so

(I hope this is something they never outgrow)

They're learning their manners, their math and their chores

To stick up for each other, to follow the Lord

Courageous and true men their wives all will find

Someday far from now, but today they're just mine

All mine.