Once upon a wondrous Sunday morn
In the early spring I woke to hear
The laughter of my first- and second-born,
Playing basketball with Tory's gear.
Putting on a coat, I went outside,
And set a folding chair beneath the tree,
Dormant still, where both the dogs were tied:
Dogs and boys in glad cacophony.
I sat and watched you, playing ball together,
Finally peers, no five-year gap in place.
For each of you, his best friend was his brother.
I watched and let the spring sun warm my face.
The memory brings me tears; it may be sappy;
But know this: I was absolutely happy.