In Memoriam 5th Poem
WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN,
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...
5th poem on the soup
written 11/9/09
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
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