Caressing sweet memories of the birth of my sons, <br />their beauty, innocence, and dependence on me for <br />every need they had. <br /> <br />Wishing I could go back in time to relive those <br />moments again, yet being happy with the way they <br />have turned out. <br /> <br />Proud to call them my sons, my little family and <br />I are one.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proud-of-family/
