Walter James Carter

Walter, James, and Carter Little boys Son, Brother, Son One by one, my heart undone. One is one (and a quarter) years tall, Chocolate wisps that softly fall. Forest hazel, bold and sly, Wildfire laughter in his eye. Two is two (well, almost there), Golden curls of sunlit hair. Eyes like ice, so pure, so true, They freeze my heart and smile it blue. Three is three (and a half, no less), Sandy bangs in gentle mess. Ocean indigo, gaze so deep, Pulls me in where wonders sleep. Three little soldiers, three little lights, My reasons for days and my comfort at nights. Walter, my baby, James, my wild kin, Carter, my first These children. Where my love begins And knows no end.