Aunt Rose's Little Men

Kyle, Zane, and Zachery. Just saying their names is poetry. Their voices are music to my ears, most of the time. They are Aunt Rose's Little Men. They carry sunshine and wonder in their pockets and their faces. They walk on air in my memories. Smiles, hugs and kisses are free-flowing gifts of currency. Kyle loves baseball. Zane does too. Zach's game is football. These are my nephews, the lights of my life. The reasons I understand unconditional love.