My two boys grown into men
Visited our house tonight,
Turning frisky and boyish
While a grandson under their wings
Grew mannish in his youthful way.
I replay our evening together,
The assorted dinner buffet,
The card game afterwards
With whooping and whistling
Whenever the trump card won.
It was an honor to be Queen
Surrounded by a familial court
Of relaxed male camaraderie,
One celebrating comfort and joy
In the presence of sons at play.
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