Who They Are

His innocence lies in the very unknowing Of what is the truth as he just keeps on growing He questions the birds in the sky up above He warms us with laughter and endows us with love Every question from him is so serious, yet I have to laugh, from the look that he gets He’s often a handful, but with a heart that’s so wide As he often states feelings that he just cannot hide She is his sister; she’s a bit stronger and taller Which makes him seem younger, just so much smaller There in her heart, she, too, has her ways Of giving us sunshine on the darkest of days She’s dramatic and active, an athlete to boot She’s the younger of my girls, who’s so very cute She’s willful, demanding, but yet can be coy She’s a blessing from above, an angel of joy There, even older, another girl blessed us so It’s been fun watching her age, fun watching her grow She’s not yet an adult, but seems to just know it all I hope in her assumptions, she never suffers a fall. However, she my daughter and a real beauty at that Who often asks us parents if her clothes make her fat I guess it’s her age, but that’s the norm for these girls I’ll love her like my baby girl, as she outgrows her curls Then there’s the man, my oldest boy, he’s so wise He grew up so fast, right before our very eyes He’s sensitive and caring, so smart, gives respect He’ll be quite the man, very successful I just bet Though, he too, is a teen and subject to the pressure He still does so much to which others don’t measure He rounds off the family, he, my oldest boy As all of them, together, bring just so much joy