Mar 31 2008
Children
Children
Vayda
Sun’s in run and rays in hair and smile never more fair.
Squeezes bear and rushes there with magic, very rare.
Daughter you are like my sons, a crystal mind I swear.
Your beauty, I swoon under moon. Diamond’s reflected there.
Tristan
A little boy that likes his toys, how simple is the joy
He says kachow and wrinkles brow, behind lightness he is coy.
My little one, my little son, a tear forms in my eye.
As I sit here and contemplate the way you make me high.
Niko
Niko my brave and talented, a warrior in disguise.
A heart so true, a faith that’s true. To heaven you will cry.
And with a laugh so bright you’ll burn the sadness from my eyes.
And if I summon strength you’ll make the soul within me fly.
Stephen
And finally to my first-born child to this I say to you,
You bare the scars of parent’s bars, you know this sadly true.
But like my children one and all, now dance in warmer sun.
For soon the day when heaven stays and all our work is done.
