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Watching you leap from an iron swing set

Hitting the ground the bowing in the sunset

With a gentle lake behind you rippling softly

I watch you from the porch and sip my iced coffee

The summer is fading on this first day of September

You wear your sweater anticipating autumn weather

The daylight's passing but the night is lovely and cool

And your mind turns toward thoughts of school

It's a precious privilege to witness your adolescence

Yet sad while you outgrow your childhood innocence

Like those harlequin cones you used to like

From the store where you used to ride your bike

Someday you'll fall in love and marry

Although the years will seldom seem to vary

Each season has a beauty distinct from the others

The beauty of winter may be the absence of colors

Because it rains in springtime the summer is green

The trees will fill with color this fall and then become lean

I remember when we'd hug and you'd sit on my lap

I'd sing with you the songs that made you clap

The stories and poems that would coax you to smile

Then you'd run to your room and pull a toy from the pile

Today I laid a blanket in the shadow of the trees

And while I slept I dreamt of all my sweetest memories

If you could see your mother as she carried you inside

With her face illuminated by the joy she couldn't hide

She got the news at Christmastime and loved you from then on

And planted you a tree among the flowers of the lawn

She'd whisper songs to you as we'd drive out to the farm

And in the white-washed gazebo rock you in her arms

You came with brown hair, almond eyes and fawny skin

And she would gently touch your tiny delicate limbs

When you were small you'd cry to express your cares

But soon you would speak and share you pure ideas

You'd run in cool green pastures and dodge the garden hose

And change from year to year growing in and out of clothes

I think of all the falls and transitions you've withstood

But how will I deal with your passage into womanhood

You've put away the porcelin doll your grandpa bought

Yet your tender smile still gives me a joyful thought

I've met your friends when they've come to the house

When you come home from school in your skirt and blouse

Summer is gone and it's already turned to night

And the house is so quiet as I sit here and write

I thought of a cookout and wooden tables in the grass

And saw you sipping Kool Aid from an ancient Snoopy glass

But I see the Care Bears poster pealing from the plaster

I hear the gradual fading of your warm winsome laughter