a bouncing baby boy on my knee




a bouncing baby boy on my knee
looking so much like his dad-
and i could see him as a child
and the way he was loved.
the same bouncing baby boy,
rosy face a ripe fruit on a hot day.
and on this hot day cotton
fell from the sky like snow-
wasn't it just yesterday
we saw this same scene,
cheeks rosy instead from frost.
isn't it all just the same
but a new season