I walked into September thinking it was fall.
But it’s still summer, dear, still summer;
It’s still summer, I recall.
It’s summer,
only different.
Only changing, with the leaves.
But isn’t it always?
Oh isn’t it, always,
even if you don’t please.
I want to park right here and linger,
stay this way for just so long.
But we can’t, my love, not forever.
We’ve got to move along.
Though I’d like you to stay little,
I know that would be wrong.
You’re not meant to be my prize-
my prize is watching you.
Your life, it is a song.
One that I’ll remeber,
And know my whole life long.
So I will sit and listen-
Watch as things unfold,
In the dazzling way they ought to do.
In beauty and in challenge,
Watching you be you.
I can’t keep you-like the summer,
but I keep you in my heart.
Though the autumn winds may start to blow,
like they did from the start,
you’ll forever be my little one,
little big one of my heart.
As always, tugging at my heart with your amazing gift of words. Thank you…