PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Falling leaves gather,

under my feet.

Words they blather,

in a childish treat.

Pile them high,

Crawl inside.

I hope they're dry,

Its time to hide.

One.. two..three,

I can hear ..  ready or not.

Silently still no one can see,

in this pile the leaves rot.

Then giggles are heard,

my favorite Symphony. 

Dad your such a nerd,

snatch them up joyfully. 

Autumn measures,

a happy meter.

Family pleasures, 

a hot cocoa heater.

Simple memories last forever,

small to us but meaningful to our little ones.

Filling them up with memories they treasure,

Playing with nature not guns.

Calling on all the inner children, 

Forget life's pressures.

Give them a million,

memories are precious. 

Dedicated to my wonderful children

Who have grown to become empathic compassionate 

With a love for life. I am proud to be their father.

Autumn love.

*S*