Sunday, December 05, 2004

Boyhood

I have an adult son of 21 years old,
He looks up to his parents as ideal parents,
He has a sister, 31 years old,
Who looks as pretty as a picture,
He has playmates whom he often plays with,
His ideas are so original, that we have a good laugh.

We love and cherish him as the days go by;
For we have a family, which we try to love and understand.

As the days go by we try and understand each other,
For a life of fulfillment is what we try to achieve.