Mornings At the Lake
Brandon is a curious child
His mother observed him and smiled
with pride and doting affection
as he gazed at his reflection.
From the first moment he would wake
he'd ask, "Can we go to the lake?"
She couldn't bear to tell him, "No,"
so to the shore, off they would go.
Croaking frogs made Brandon giggle
and swimming tadpoles that wiggle.
Beneath cottonwoods on the banks
She prayed to God, giving Him thanks.
They shared laughter and fish stories
He picked for her, morning glories
and when his eyes began to close,
She held her son in sweet repose.
Precious memories of these days
would shine brightly as a fire's blaze
Her heart would e'er fondly recall
These enchanted moments of Fall.
October 4, 2021
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