The House of Love

Our home is the house love built.
Sometimes we might fight, but then will feel guilt.
It`s to be expected with little boys.
I slice deep through every ploy.
Their bio-mom did every tie sever,
They could be the best gift I got, ever.


My little cherubs will tussle,
the suppertime is big hustle.
Whether over beef or pork,
They will loose their fork.
Sometimes they will through fries,
My rowdy,busy little guys.

When the clock gets higher,
the housework gets dire.
Off to bed they lumber,
See the little men slumber.
Cuddled up with their pets,
This is the best time of my life yet.