My Sons, My Boys
Tig laughs-
for the first time in a long time.
Bobby sings-
with youth long since fled.
Chibs tells-
stories from the past we all share.
Clay grins-
full of paternal pride in us all.
Jax rides-
into the next generation.
I sigh-
with an Old Lady's heart and soul.
These men-
are my Boys, My Sons of Anarchy.
Authors Note:
Hey, so first thing I've ever posted. It is a piece I may or may not continue because I haven't decided if it is told from Gemma's POV or the POV of an OC. Look out for any updates, but at this moment this is a stand-alone.
With Love, D.L.
