Seasons change

SEASONS CHANGE

·         When summer ends and the trees change color...I’ll be here...When fall turns into winter and the last pumpkin is covered w snow...I’ll be here...When winter is over and the last flake has fallen...I’ll be here...When spring has sprung n new life is born...I’ll be here...to my daughters Emily and Sammy ...Forever and a day...I’ll be here...---...

Author's Note

I found out I was sick in January of 2011 and i wrote this for my daughters

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

A mother's love for her children never ends.

[Traycee]

Very true.

[Amanda J. S.]

Sweet poem! I really love the loyalty of it!

[Traycee]

Thank you.

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Reassurance of the treasure of a mother's love is very comforting. Yes, you will be there~ Peace. ~ pat

[Traycee]

:) GOD willing.

[linear]

Such a charming poem of a mothers love.........nothing can ever change that. :O)