Their arms around me,
Safe between the two.
.
Their Strong arms,
Once so small.
.
Holding me now,
As I held them then.
.
In their arms I feel safe,
As once they felt in mine.
.
My constant protectors,
Whom once I protected.
.
My babies,
Now men.
.
A soul of three
One once again.
.
A special love,
A mother and her sons.
.
No greater comfort,
Than my boys with me.
.
A fleeting moment,
Of being whole.
.
Hug them tight.
Forget it’s not forever.
.
A sacred moment,
Well preserve.
.
Purposely, of this,
A memory make.
.
About the Creator
Rebecca Keene
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