Five

“Five”

Grew up as a second child

Never raised the leader till the wild

Born a five and raised a twelve

May have gave my parents a little ‘ell

My inner Aries is worn proud

Whenever I have my Capricorn ‘round

Sagittarius can be quelled

Just find another five to wrap around

I’m glad to have my four young men

Independent

courageous

trustworthy

and witty are my kids

If it weren’t for them I’d maybe have

Four other real close friends

I was raised by another than mother

Had five fathers but not the one whom

I was born too before he became an

Angel like other good men

Served the Army

Though if an Airmen I’d been proud

As long as it was alongside more

Strong women and good men

Three generations now and I’d be

Proud to see one of my children

Fly around

maybe sail a ship

or

Just translate really well,

Would rather see them just go to college

and such, just grow-up,

That would make me proud.

-CWH-