""Approaching""
There is a season to be born, a season to die,
but giving up my own child is to ask, forever, why.
Approaching is the beautiful month of September.
Warm days and cool nights I do so remember.
Hot scorching Summer, too soon, it will be fading,
giving way to brilliant colors dancing and parading.
The smell of freshly picked apples, every color and every kind,
but our favorite choice we each will have to find.
Pumpkins galore scattered in the fields,
giving way to pumpkin patches that will always yield.
Halloween will come creeping in soon,
flickering Jack O lanterns beneath the full moon.
November brings the beginning, then,
allowing Autumn's annual dying and when?
Dreading the snow, the ice and what's to come.
My burning tear drops falling like a river running from?
Traditional turkey, cranberries, pumpkin pies,
shorter days with darkening early winter skies.
Approaching is another Christmas in the freezing cold air.
Christmas cards, egg nog, friends and family to share.
Holiday music playing for all shoppers everywhere.
Anyone ever think of grieving parents out there?
Children's lists carefully prepared with much consideration,
as they eagerly await with great anticipation.
Gorgeous colorful lights seem now to sadden me,
but I am still grieving for my daughter, Kanda, you see.
Each year the holidays come too quickly because,
I will forever long for what once was.
Approaching most assuredly, Autumn and winter cold.
if only my child was still here for me to hold.
Approaching then, the beginning of a brand New Year,
Celebrations and parties lingering on with lots of cheer.
But I can't celebrate the brand New Year ahead,
I am still stuck in the past, remembering, "WHEN," instead.
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