Season After Season
I still remember, when we first met
The day your parents bought this farm
So small, you hardly could walk at all
as your Father held both your arms
But for some reason, I could not fathom
You made your way straight to me
And I alone in all this land
became your favorite maple tree
When your were six, you picked up sticks
That fell from limbs of mine
And like a sword to thrash the hoards
you raised them to the sky
At nine years old, you made a swing
with a length of rope and tire
and swung from my biggest bow
as I bid you each time "Higher"
When you turned twelve, your Father built
your dream house, on my limbs
and for the first time, I did envy
the daughter given him
At eighteen years, another came
with ring in hand to wed
and take you far away from me
A day I new I'd dread
Now years went by and seasons past
Then one day what'd I see
You all grown up and walking
with Your baby, straight to ME !
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