The Return of Spring
i want to think it
was OK
you
died that day
just a few days after
the mr toad’s wild ride
the
crazy ambulance driver
i wonder was
it a job no one else would have
summer had just begun honeysuckle
in the air
still a boy in
jeans with tousled hair
my one and only Son you were
now I wear a
lock of your hair in a locket of blue
in
the form of a robin’s egg
i touch it often with
my fingertips
i think of you your
spirit lingers here
with the birds who
come to feed
eat
the seed express their anger
they
have to share
in my mind i
wonder through the
town where you lived
so far from home you
settled down
became a man your
father would have be so proud
i hold a space all
in white
it is for you in
tower cracked
over time repairs
are made
the warmth of spring will return
October 12,
2014
1 comment:
The warmth of spring will return. Perfect ending to this intimate and loving piece, Annell. So lovely.
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