The Quartet
A little boy is made of
his mother’s love and dreams,
embodiment of the future
fulfilling Daddy’s schemes.
A mother’s heart will melt and run
at wonder in his eyes
when he first espies a rainbow
or bright star in the skies.
Can Mother’s heart contain the love
or Dad’s such intense pride
as must be theirs when their four sons
are lined up side by side?
Though sometimes it is hard to pray
amidst unending noise,
they know God hears their gratitude
for their loved little boys.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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