Updated: Dec 10, 2019
I’ve never known a sweeter September.
The days have fallen like the leaves,
A new life beginning
among Fall’s golden decay.
In your gaze I’m often lost
Tiny fingers, whose touch is soft.
Peeks of a smile
Beneath slumbering eyes
with each gentle sigh.
In my veins, there runs streams of mirth.
Life has never been the same since your birth.