One held me up as the first grandchild
the other took care of me, forever mild
This, when I could not figure
who these saints were helping deliver
They were not my father or mother
but complimented one another
In all their love and care lay
the freedom and splendor of my stay
The third seraph was the steadying ship
whose calm and concern gave my life a fillip
They helped me grow from infant to boy
gaining in confidence without losing the coy
They were the true children of God
that he bore one, and took the other, today, is odd.
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