Here is a poem my mom wrote in elementary school, occassionally as I sift through her writings I will publish them here, if for no other reason then to imagine her writing these words, and maybe in some way connecting with her thoughts:
Fall
By Barbara Maggiulli
Fall is cool, with a swaying breeze,
It has bright and beautiful leaves,
The song of the wind is a sleepy sound,
It sings a lullaby.
Fall has leaves that drop in the creek,
They make crackling sounds on the
dusty dirt road,
Now, sooner does the sunset glow.
