CayCay Godwin Poet Rhyme

September Memory

Time cannot lessen the joy from fun and family vacations  
that ended in September for a new year of education.
At each age, September meant I would get pretty new clothes.
I would shop with Mama who had me try them on and pose.
I liked school's first day until high school fueled a need to preen.
September’s meanings ended when I graduated at seventeen.

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Sara Kendrick October 3, 2025 at 6:27 AM Ahhh!! Delightful winning work you have penned. Congratulations to you. Way to go. Sara K

Terry Miller October 2, 2025 at 2:46 AM Congratulations on a well-deserved top place

Len Gasun September 30, 2025 at 9:02 PM Coming back to congratulate you on your well-deserving top win my dear poet friend Caycay! Hugs and cheers!

Andrea Dietrich September 30, 2025 at 11:03 AM This is just great and so true for those of us born before they started going back to school mid August. What happened to the good old days? Congratulations and thanks for the memory.

Paula Goldsmith September 30, 2025 at 10:55 AM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful write/story. Great memories are the best kind to have. Have a fun day with your win as you go writing away..........

Anne-Lise Andresen September 30, 2025 at 1:38 AM - Congratulations on your beautiful September memories poem, CayCay :) - hugs

Beata Agustin September 30, 2025 at 12:41 AM Wow! Congrats! Thanks for sharing this... God bless you.

Dr. Vandana Sharma September 24, 2025 at 6:26 AM Special september, so may memories to hold.

Mike Bayles September 21, 2025 at 8:04 PM O, the memories of going back to school each fall.

Len Gasun September 21, 2025 at 3:07 AM YOur most precious month to remember is described in your gorgeous poem my dear poet friend, Cay. This poem is a priceless gem for you keep too. Love this a lot and enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes always. Hugs

Victor Buhagiar September 20, 2025 at 9:56 PM Teen years are always fun. Then get a job and the worries amass. Liked your poem. Pity you can't work a bit more and have one laptop repaired. Poetry Hugs.

Gershon Wolf September 20, 2025 at 9:41 PM So, what the heck you been doing the past twelve Septembers, CayCay? (I assume you must be 29 by now.)

Paige Hind September 20, 2025 at 7:09 PM Cool- interesting, short but sweet, like your poem :)

sara Etgen-Baker September 20, 2025 at 4:56 PM well said, CayCay...much of my childhood and teenage September remembrances are just as you expressed....everything changed after graduation. Great contest contender, poetry hugs for you, Sara