All three of my sons together for once
it happens so rarely and I took no photo
but there is always today tomorrow and then
who knows when again the wedding barring
any unforeseen happenstance anyway I love
the luxury of it I eat it up with a spoon when
I can the friendly wrestling the boyhood
jokes ridiculous banter of puns wit and barbs
the wild differences among them the
continued wonder I hold of the fact that
these are my babies who once grew inside me.
