My Sons Poem by Rasheed Alqahas

My sons grew up and gone away,
Each one has his own home,
I am here and wife again,
In home as we begin alone.

They come to see from time to time,
They are parents as we are,
They are inside our hearts they are,
Even they far they are not far.

It is not easy to start again,
New life, after the sons go,
you find your self in life alone,
When your children's had been grew.

Life is better with whom you love,
Life is pretty when you have love,
Years do not leave us to have,
The true colors as we began.