Seasons' Impact

One day, I won't even have noticed.

Not the shadows growing long,

Nor the days growing cold.
Not the leaves changing colors,

Nor even my time getting old.

I will have blinked,

And it will have passed me by.

The time we grew up,
It slinked so softly.

But at least we noticed,
Growing up was lofty.

Now I watch the days sternly,
Mounting pressure to do better.

He's just a child now,

And his days are so long.
So blessedly he giggles,
At the silliest songs. 

He's not my blood,
But I love him all the same.

Watching his days teach him anew,
As he goes from first steps to something outstanding.
He just learned a new song,
Its tone is demanding. 

I'll do my best to raise him strong,
And all of my power to make him smart.

I will have blinked,
Only to find.
That this small little boy, 
Had grown up to be so kind.

One day, I will have always noticed.