The days grow shorter,
The nights, longer.
Cold creeps up on us,
When we least expect it.
The trees get leaner,
We dream of fireplaces,
And roasting marshmallows.
And someone to cuddle up to.
This is Winter...
The icy wind,
Caresses your face,
The frosty rain,
Washes over the pain.
Missing the sun,
Wishing for the warmth,
Of a dreamy day,
When the sun kisses you on your way.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Dylan's growing up
My son is growing up.
So quickly he has matured,
From a chubby little baby,
To a lean, little boy.
He is so excited to start,
A new adventure at school,
But it breaks my heart,
That time is flying by.
I want all my children to stay,
Close to me,
Until the day,
They leave for the adventure of life.
He's been at school three years now,
I cannot believe that he can read!
He is so wise and intelligent,
He worries too much,
The age of innocence,
Will soon be lost :-(
So quickly he has matured,
From a chubby little baby,
To a lean, little boy.
He is so excited to start,
A new adventure at school,
But it breaks my heart,
That time is flying by.
I want all my children to stay,
Close to me,
Until the day,
They leave for the adventure of life.
He's been at school three years now,
I cannot believe that he can read!
He is so wise and intelligent,
He worries too much,
The age of innocence,
Will soon be lost :-(
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