Jerry T Curtis Poet Rhyme

Season After Season

I still remember, when we first met 
The day your parents bought this farm
So small, you hardly could walk at all 
as your Father held both your arms

But for some reason, I could not fathom
You made your way straight to me
And I alone in all this land
became your favorite maple tree

When your were six, you picked up sticks
That fell from limbs of mine
And like a sword to thrash the hoards 
you raised them to the sky

At nine years old, you made a swing
with a length of rope and tire
and swung from my biggest bow
as I bid you each time "Higher"


When you turned twelve, your Father built
your dream house, on my limbs
and for the first time, I did envy
the daughter given him

At eighteen years, another came
with ring in hand to wed
and take you far away from me
A day I new I'd dread

Now years went by and seasons past
Then one day what'd I see
You all grown up and walking
with Your baby, straight to ME !

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Sharon Gulley September 9, 2015 at 9:31 AM I love this so much Jerry. Worth reading again. I will share this with my friends and family. It is such an emotion of childhood memories that rushes over you and fulfillment of the heart, when reading this. What a wonderful read. You go Jerry, (7) for me and another Favorite......Sharon (Find the missing (r), hint 3rd stanza. Always happy to stop by......Sharon Jerry T Curtis September 11, 2015 at 7:09 AM Thank you Sharon for such a wonderful comment and your appreciation of my work....and for the proof reading, LOL