Sweet and gentle child of mine,
I watch you sometimes and
I see you swaying like a slender reed
So fragile in life's storms
The day you were born,
You brought me such joy
My heart was full.
It was autumn then and the
Season was reflected in your hair.
I tried to hang on to that young tenderness
And protect you from the world
But we all must eventually grow
And spread our wings.
I hope I have given you
For your journey,
Some wisdom, courage, laughter, and only a few tears.
But most of all, I hope that you will
Always carry in your heart
The warm, rich autumn, and my love.
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