My Boys

by Trish Cozart

Who would care for the scaly, untouchable creatures…
If it weren’t for my boys
Who would love Godzilla for his good-hearted features…
If it weren’t for my boys
Whose feet could attract a puddle of mud
Like a magnet to metal or a bee to a bud…
If it weren’t for my boys.

Who would look at the Earth from an ant’s point-of-view…
If it weren’t for my boys
Who could spend countless hours in a cardboard canoe…
If it weren’t for my boys
How could I receive those dirt-covered hugs
Filled with more love than the slime in ten slugs…
If it weren’t for my boys.

The rough and tumble, the blood and the bruises
The yahoos and growls, the grime and the oozes.
If it weren’t for my boys how could I understand
The wonderful world
found in each grain of sand.

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