You took hold of my hand
I had to stop and breathe in the moment
"What mom, oh do you need to take a picture?"
I smile at your intuition and how you follow suit
Everyone rushing past us
Not even raising their heads to glance outside
Missing all the wonder surrounding us
While we stand there suspended in air
Capturing images
Of the trees set aflame
By Autumn's fiery kisses
Branches piercing
The perfect blue sky
Leaves glistening like
Red rubies bathed in sunlight
I hope I never lose this sense of awe
Imbued by the changing seasons
The fortuitousness of being your mother
Even though you grow older each day
You will always be my firstborn
And I still have to catch my breath at the beauty of it all.
~Amber C. Smith (Autumn 2013)
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