For you; this is your final Fall to be
Carefree with Mom, and as these last days roll
Of lovely weather, it's so good to see
The two of you at play out on the path
On this fine day, and marvel how you've grown!
It won't be long until spelling and math
Must occupy you. All of us have known
That toil, except for you. Your ignorance
Of what awaits you is perfect and clear
While you and your orange bike ride down where once
Bare pastures stood, your mother jogging near.
Change overtakes us all. Meanwhile, enjoy
This perfect day, you silly, lovely boy.