You Have Five Seconds To Enjoy It

I Think I'm A Weird Combination Of Deeply Introverted And Very Daring. I Can Feel Both Those Things Working.

The Lands Are Lit With All The Autumn Blaze Of Golden-rod, And Everywhere The Purple Asters Nod And Bend And Wave And Flit.

O Suns And Skies And Clouds Of June, And Flowers Of June Together. Ye Cannot Rival For One Hour October's Bright Blue Weather.

Now And Then One Sees A Face Which Has Kept Its Smile Pure And Undefiled. It Is A Woman's Face Usually; Often A Face Which Has Trace Of Great Sorrow All Over It, Till The Smile Breaks. Such A Smile Transfigures: Such A Smile, If The Artful But Knew It, Is The Greatest Weapon A Face Can Have.

But The Truth Is I Wanted To Have My Daughter For So Long. It's Not The Kind Of Thing You Can Visit, Motherhood. Especially In The Early Years. Now She's Eight, And I'm Still Not Going To Go Anywhere.