A September visit by the little girl with the pink glasses.

Try to remember the kind of September

When life was slow and oh, so mellow.

Try to remember the kind of September

When grass was green and grain was yellow.

Try to remember the kind of September

When you were a tender and callow fellow.

Try to remember, and if you remember,

Then follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

That no one wept except the willow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

That dreams were kept beside your pillow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

That love was an ember about to billow.

Try to remember, and if you remember,

Then follow.

Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,

Although you know the snow will follow.

Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,

Without a hurt the heart is hollow.

Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,

The fire of September that made us mellow.

Deep in December, our hearts should remember

And follow.

                                                                                           Tom Jones

...and follow the little girl in pink glasses

Her name is Mae.  She was born in Dublin, Ireland and lives there with her mother, father, Maria and Jake.

Her limited vocabulary is in Spanish (thanks to Maria) and English and I do believe Jake now barks in Spanish.  She is 18 months young and lights up a room or beach with her smile and her love.

 

 

She is my sunrise…and perhaps you might agree

that the little girl in the pink glasses

 is just like me

up with the sunrise

to make castles and run free

on an empty sandy beach

save a seagull out of reach

as buzzards bay

beckons

my little granddaughter

wearing pink glasses

and me

 

 


 

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