I love the fall of the year and live off it's beauty all through the long months until it comes again to call.
For my grandson. A blessed angel to pamper.
dob 5/15/99 written 05/01 submitted 11/01
This poem goes to 'Our Children'.
Children are our Fountain of Youth as well as our source of grey hair.
It is never too late or too early in life to learn. Open your mind and your heart, let your brain filter the words of wisdom. 10/14/01
