My dad and his three younger brothers
Back row: Robert, Lewis (my dad), front row: Paul, and David

I Have Four Sons

By Elva White


Four strong and sturdy sons have I
Broad of shoulder, lean of thigh
Four miracles of muscled grace
With shining soul and smiling face
Oh, when the roll of Judgement comes,
How proud I'll say,
"I have four sons!"

Previous Poem | Grandma's Poetry | Next Poem