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.