My Kids

The original eight...

I have six kids. Yes, that’s a lot,

But a love for kids is what I’ve got,

I’ve welcomed each with open heart,

‘Cause every one’s a work of art!

There’s Mark, the eldest by a hair,

My blondie boy with brown-eyed stare,

With lively mind and crooked grin,

Hatching plots nefarious and grim.

My streamlined Erik’s next in line,

My soldier/cop with steely spine,

Who, daily, faces down the foe,

Then hurries home to bake or sew.

My Duff is third, my little prince,

Of his love, I am convinced,

E’en though he brought (I did not grouse),

A boa constrictor in my house.

Fourth child, first girl was Caitlin, dear.

My dreamer when she first appeared,

She lives to read; by fiction, stirred.

Is ‘lackadaisical’ her word?

Tiana’s next, our busy girl,

She gives hurricanes a whirl,

Just shake her up and let her fizz.

Like seltzer in a bottle  . . . is.

Then Tristan, last of all my joys,

My other classic brown-eyed boy.

Young AGM of his hotel,

An acting job that he does well.

There you have it, that’s the group,

Others have pointed at my troop.

“You’ve too many!” ‘S the concern,

I wonder which ones I’d return . . .?

Each week, Delores of  Under the Porch Light gives her followers a challenge: 

Use these words! Or else! Well, she couches it in the form of a request . . .

This week's words?

Nefarious, boa, streamlined, lackadaisical, seltzer, classic

What else could I do but describe my kids?