Nearly grown, my two and two,
Have added gray hairs and laugh lines
To the roadmap of my visage.
Two sons, two daughters,
Four lives striving for their own paths,
Diverging from mine,
Returning, intersecting,
Sometimes running parallel,
Sometimes, perpendicular.
Sometimes, completely out of view,
But never driven out of my heart.
Oft I have ached to carry one
Over an especially rocky road.
I have danced with another
Down a corridor of joy and happiness,
And watched proudly as one
Returned from a divergent trail,
Character and soul intact.
I have wept and I have shouted halleluiah
With them as my fellow travelers.
My life's journey would not
Have been complete were it not
For my two and two.
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Love from India - Joel -