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I love Winter’s silent beauty…as her snowflaked breezes sing…

But no matter how much I love the winter…she cedes herself to Spring.

I love how Spring awakens us…to dream, to paint…to rhyme

But no matter how much I love the Spring…she gives way to Summertime.

I love Summer’s excitement…and the  many ways she can enthrall?

But no matter how much I love the Summer…she acquiesces to the Fall…

And I love all those Fall colors…and how those Autumn breezes blow

But no matter how much I love the Fall…she can’t hold back the Winter’s snow…

For years now, after we retired, we thought it would be cool

To bring a lunch, every now and then, to our granddaughter…at her school.

She usually invites a friend to dine…we wave as they walk in the door

and we pretend we ‘re in a restaurant…at our table set for four.

Yesterday we brought their last lunch…(time can be both wonderful and cruel)

because this time together is over…they’re moving on to Middle School…

Minutes change to days…then months…new years come and go

We know seasons will continue to change…and all children will grow…

But we also know as each moment shifts from the present to the past

Every new first moment evolves from shadows of the last…

So we do our best to make a memory in the moment…this is our endeavor 

Knowing the moment will eventually end,

but the memory will last…forever.

And we took these memories with us…as we headed out the door

A little sad this season’s over…

wondering what next season has in store.