The seasons are always changing,
Time is flying by.
The calendar says December,
But for me it is always July.
The lights twinkle on the tree,
Flashing red, green, and white.
Soon it will be Christmas,
But I will stay in July.
In a few months it will be spring,
The clouds will float through the sky.
I?ll see the flowers blooming
As I stay here stuck in July.
As the summer nears,
I will silently cry.
It will fast be approaching,
That dreaded month of July.
The leaves will then be falling,
On the ground all piled up high.
I will still keep on living,
Never escaping July.
~ Kim Lasater~ 12/10/2008 for my baby girl who was murdered in July.