The wings of time
Fly by
In spite of grief
And a pocketful
Of worries
Better left unopened
The seasons flutter
Like butterfly wings
And crisp autumn leaves
Announce the arrival
Of fall, and holidays
Fragile as ice
Temperatures fluctuate
A roller coaster ride
Once thrilling
As children bundled
And decorated
Held out hands for candy
And you,
My blue-eyed son
A fireman, a pumpkin
A rock star, a monster
Pranced and pranked
My hearts delight
Then disappeared
Beyond my horizon
A ghost, a star, an angel?
I lick chocolate from lips
Turned down,
like an umbrella.
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