Ever felt a beautiful day after a death of a loved one was too much, too soon. Read on. |
April, When I Find You How dare you disturb my winter A grief I didn't care to let go When you bounced into my life With daisies wrapped in a bow I wasn't ready for your sunshine My clouds still hung about You chattered on not noticing My soul's silent shout Someone stop this carousel I pled, get me off this ride I wasn't ready for spring to come I still wasn't able to cry But you loosened my hair with your wind You soaked me with your rain Your heat forced me outside my cell Then you drenched me yet again. Stop your insistant badgering Your timing is all wrong I need a few more days of winter To write my mourning song Then you can tug me by the sleeve Like a dog begging to be let out And I promise I will join you And together we'll laugh and shout Just give me a few more days With my silence and my gloom And I'll promise to say a final goodbye To my dreariness and doom. For I do have faith you'll get me through The pain that I have known When I'm ready, I will search for you Amid petals you have strewn And when I find you, wrap me tight With your warm and humid air Let your wind blow me back on course For I've left some loved ones there. In my solitude and sadness I grumbled and complained I threw their caring words about And drenched them with my pain. But they deserve my sunshine Not my stormy wind and rain Please help me make a trail of love, To bring them hope again. SWPoet Written upon the death of a cousin in early Spring. (This is included in the story, Andrew's Legacy, in my port but I wanted it to stand alone as a poem, also.) |