The chill in the air
Reminds me of autumns past
When life was so much simpler
and so much smaller.
We worried over your homework
and hunting accidents
and heating bills
and you were oblivious to everything
but how much candy you might get.
Looking back
I think that you were the wise one.
Your worry was about joy
while ours held only fear.
It is not only since your dying
that you have tried to teach me,
but is only since your dying,
that I've begun to listen.