I dreamt of having boys you know
a thousand years ago,
tall strong bright eyed boys,
who’d make me laugh as I grew old,
good honest loving boys
with values and a ‘Joie de Vivre’
two boys would be just right I thought
to stand with me in times of strife,
that they would be – seamless friends,
I could not ask for more.
I dreamt I would ignite their courage
infuse – to follow all their passions
and watchful for eternity I saw,
their dreams painted on perfect smiles
as brushstrokes make a painting,
and a sapling makes a tree…
a thousand years ago
my boys did come to me,
I dreamt of having boys you know
a thousand years ago…