The smell of Autum brings
you back to me.
The sound of the leaves rusttling
in the street.
The fresh cool breeze blowing
threw my hair.
The memories I've stored
to keep.
The first baby girl of mine,
that I will never forget through time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this is hauntingly beautiful Jennifer. Sincerely, Mary