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Was there ever a September,
When I didn't think of you?
Paternal presence dearly missed,
Eyes of brown, or gray, or blue?
Oh, I took you so for granted!
Did I ever even see?
The man I leaned on all those years,
Always standing strong for me.
Final parting was so sudden,
Fountain of youth, so unkind.
We all buried you in winter,
Many seasons cloud my mind.
Would I turn back that wretched clock?
Find the secret to it all?
There is so much to consider,
When hot summer turns to fall.
What age would erase the torment,
Of a never ending loss?
Don't know any answer to it,
Some bridges remain uncrossed.
Are you there as in a whisper?
Your hair dark, or is it gray?
Will you lead me on my journey?
Guide your child home, on her way?
Have you left me in December,
In a world I scarcely know?
Autumn wind savaged the landscape,
Winter snow begins to blow.
There are those who detect spirits,
constant presence in my sphere.
Will I know you when I see you?
Will it be your voice I hear?
Will I find you one September?
Afraid to believe I will.
Familiar voice reassures me,
As I climb that final hill.
*This poem was awarded 2nd place in the 2009 Senior Moderator's Site Anniversary Contest. The prompt was to write about the Fountain of Youth*
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