Family

Family

We married in college one year for the end,

We worked two; three jobs, to pay bills and defend-

Our chance at a move to a graduate school,

Plan everything right, and all would be cool.

We’re pregnant; surprised in our new freshman year,

We felt this was “death” in our common career,

My wife would lay out one more year when she had,

The joy of a son; our new basis of “GLAD!”

It doesn’t take long with the glints of the eye,

These babies are cool; let’s give it a try,

So, one adds to two, and two adds to three,

And, now we have built a family tree.

Now, from all your children with struggles and hugs,

And, prayers by their bedside for no bites from bugs,

They all find true love; married now and they’ve flown,

To start having babies, all on their own!

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 12, 2014