The Seasons
The seasons come
The seasons go
The seasons run
The seasons flow
The seasons shorten
The seasons lengthen
The seasons dimmer
The seasons brighten
The seasons past
The seasons now
The seasons gone
The seasons bow
The seasons bright
The seasons dim
The seasons light
The seasons grim
The seasons sad
The seasons gay
The seasons bad
The seasons stay
I wrote this poem for you, Mom.
I miss you every day.
Your loving daughter,
Lorraine
The seasons come
The seasons go
The seasons run
The seasons flow
The seasons shorten
The seasons lengthen
The seasons dimmer
The seasons brighten
The seasons past
The seasons now
The seasons gone
The seasons bow
The seasons bright
The seasons dim
The seasons light
The seasons grim
The seasons sad
The seasons gay
The seasons bad
The seasons stay
I wrote this poem for you, Mom.
I miss you every day.
Your loving daughter,
Lorraine