Each one has a role
A function to perform
Like clock work
So the cogs of an engine must run
Once in a life time
We gather together
Making memories to last
Picture perfect in every sense
My young one born so fair
Blue eyes a pool of dreams
My middle one born so dark
Brown eyes full of mystery
My oldest one born in between
Light brown eyes full of kindness
My three sons
Handsome are they
Picture perfect in every sense
Mother and father
Ahead of the house
Guardians with given duties
My family, my name sake
Blood that binds us
Picture perfect in every sense
From the heart
Char
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