A child of autumn lives next door,
her face glows with amber blush;
Her lovely voice floats through the air,
so soft and tender is her touch.
Just sweet sixteen with freckles,
and bright ribbons in her hair;
With a flouncy skirt of gingham,
as she prances across the square.
She gathers leaves in woven baskets,
then brings them back to me;
This gesture always warms my heart,,
as we share some cinnamon tea !
Her smile is quite infectious,
as she munches on a scone;
But soon she rushes off to see,
her mama and papa at home.
Endearing child of autumn,
forever close in my aging heart;
Your life holds years of happiness,
when from this earthly world I part.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
A child of autumn lives next door,
her face glows with amber blush;
Her lovely voice floats through the air,
so soft and tender is her touch.
Just sweet sixteen with freckles,
and bright ribbons in her hair;
With a flouncy skirt of gingham,
as she prances across the square.
She gathers leaves in woven baskets,
then brings them back to me;
This gesture always warms my heart,,
as we share some cinnamon tea !
Her smile is quite infectious,
as she munches on a scone;
But soon she rushes off to see,
her mama and papa at home.
Endearing child of autumn,
forever close in my aging heart;
Your life holds years of happiness,
when from this earthly world I part.