Nephews

Nephews

Two young men brought me flowers

Shades of pink and white

Rose and hydrangea

Their handsome faces and gestures

Echoed boys I remember

But how tall they have grown

Handsomeness has edged in

To their features

We talked of Star Wars

But also of politics 

Their voices different 

Accents shifted

But time could not disguise

The beauty that since birth 

Shows in their eyes