Sweet September

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

Affection spreading

with each gentle sigh.

In my veins, there runs streams of mirth.

Life has never been the same since your birth.