Changing Seasons Poem by Raziel Baptiste

I SPRING I MADE A LOVE,
SHE WAS A BEAUTIFUL THING,
LIKE THAT LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY,
THE SAME ONE MY MOM WOULD SING,
SHE WOULD RUN TO HER PA,
AND SMILE LIKE A QUEEN,
AND TIME WOULD SHOW,
HOW MUCH SHE KEPT GROWING.
BY SUMMER SHE WAS BIGGER,
WHAT A LOVELY SIGHT,
AND WALK WITH US HAND IN HAND,
SO MUCH LIKE HER MOM,
SHE LOVED OUR LIFE.
LIKE THE WOMAN SHE'S FROM,
HER SMILE WAS A DREAM,
BUT THE MOTHER AND CHILD BEAUTY,
ARE A SIGHT TO BARELY BELIEVE.
BY FALL AGAIN SHE'S GROWN,
AND ALREADY SO MUCH BIGGER,
HER FRIENDS ARE WHATS IMPORTANT,
AND TO HER PARENTS WE SEE A BIG DIFFERENCE.
THOUGH WE FEEL ALONE,
SHE STILL SAYS A LOVING HI,
AND EVEN IF WE HAVE EACH OTHER,
WE WANT HER BY OUR SIDE.
BY WINTER SHE ALL GONE,
ALREADY GIVEN AWAY,
WE STILL SEE HER FACE,
BUT NOT LIKE THE OLD DAYS.
WE KEEP MISSING OUR FIRST CHILD,
SHE WAS A FEELING UNEXPLAINED,
WE KNOW WE'RE TWO SELFISH HUMAN BEING,
BUT KNEW SHE WOULD LEAVE SOME DAY.
TWO CAME AFTER HER,
IT WAS A JOY CLOSE TO HER'S,
BUT IN REALITY HER LIFE WAS BIGGER,
BUT TWO MORE, AND WE'LL SEE THEIR SEASONS CLOSE.