To my…
To my amazing children, two boys as bold as brass. Together always fighting, I could kick ye up the ass.
To the way you look together, when the sunlight hits your hair. A right annoying couple, a most confounding pair.
I’d love to live your promise and I hope to see your dreams. Someday we’ll watch the footie, and argue over teams.
Until that magic moment, when you both are buying pints. I wonder if ye’d both mind, staying in your beds at night.
I am off to bed now, wine heavy upon my head. As to be expected, there’s no room for me in bed.
