To See the Gold
Gwen Kearns, TCF, Valley Forge, PA

Autumn's here when trees turn to gold;
It's the prettiest time of the year, I'm told.

Then I think back, Denny, to that September day,
When all of a sudden you were taken away.

That is when the color left the trees for me,
And grief set in and I could not see.

But now that years have passed, my son,
The memories of you are happier ones.

Even the colors of the trees are beginning to unfold,
Now, I know someday soon, I may see the gold.