As August rolls near the end
Joy follows. Joy of Grandson starts
The kindergarten. The sunbeam echoes
The elation in the child’s heart with each step
Up the stairs. Blessing. Encouraging.
Smile vanishes with the yellow bus turns
The corner street and out of the sight.
Memory of panicked voices,
Smell of unthinkable,
Is September at the threshold
with an armful of snowstorm?
Head shakes, No.
Bless the child! Pray.
In the deep of the Granny’s moment,
The child smiles.
Outside, crickets imitate the children’s song.
Let them sing. Always!
© Byung A. Fallgren