Still Here

What September means to me

His naturally curly hair
drives my comb insane
but his smile warms my heart
like a fresh slice of pumpkin pie.

I remember
that September
when he arrived
and fourteen days later
when he almost...

Now, as I see
this beautiful sunset
mirrored in his eyes
I feel the warm evening wind
that swept him in.
A sigh spirals downward
like a leaf on a lazy day
expressing my gratitude
that September
still finds us here.

This is dedicated to my yougnest son whom I almost lost two weeks after he was born. I love you Jacob!