With My Sons

My  sons   live far from me
 in different time zones,

keep me engaged through 
the day, one in the morning, 

the other in mid afternoon, 
the farthest in the night.

We talk about everything,
 I mix  their names quite often 

 they have real fun with me
 picking on my mistakes,

During squabbles, their 
wives will quickly say 

talk with your mother, 
to ease the tension

they do that without fail
 bombarding me for choosing

such shrews for their wives
I try to pacify them.

After venting their misgivings 
they resume complacency 

I know for sure the rest 
of the day would pass

without any quarrels 
 That be my reward.