September Poem


The smell of your hair
After a warm summer day
The feel of you nightgown
As you hug me goodnight
My small sound of you
Whispering my name under my door
The gentle rake of your fingers
Over my arms as we rest
The squeal of excitement
As we tell made up fairy tales
You brushing my hair softly
And constant chatter
Stickers all over my door
One more cartoon
Twenty later still nestled in my lap
Teaching you the ABCs
Biting your tongue in concentration
To get your “G” just right
You write on my walls
Posing like Paris
For my eager camera
So small but a giant of heart
When you were teaching me it all
Torching your image on my mind
I hate September
Because I love you much

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