In September When You are TwelveA Poem by SteveBIn September when you are twelve thoughts should be of beginnings of returning to school of soccer practice and violin lessons of new dresses and laughter with friends. In September when you are twelve the sun should warm your face and the breeze blow through your hair. In September when you are twelve there should be sleepy dreams about the magic of tomorrow growing in your soul. But this September when you are twelve what grows inside is not a dream but a nightmare and sleep is just a sad hint of what is coming soon. No sun can warm you now nor remove the cold hand from your bones. And no breeze can shake the hair that your medicines have robbed. The only new dress shall be worn for a different return. In September the first chill comes at night, and the darkness lingers longer. The leaves begin to tinge and when they finally fall, a blanket of gold they will make to cover you and warm you for your journey. © 2014 SteveBAuthor's Note
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Added on August 31, 2013Last Updated on September 10, 2014 AuthorSteveBNanuet, NYAboutTrial lawyer, fly fisherman, poet and dad. I have written most of my life but upon reaching a "certain age" I put aside fears and insecurities and began submitting work for publication and performin.. more..Writing
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