That our two girls have
my eyes (my mother's eyes)
heavens skin
A laugh like bubbling brooks and butter
flies for smiles
Hands small enough to hold
Tears of bluebirds but
big enough to hold our dreams

The boy, however
Always has your eyes
Gold and Wide, like fields of wheat blowing
and your hair, like a thunderstorm
and your laugh ,that catches raindrops
and your smile
that one day will capture a half
beating  heart like
his mother's