Spring

I am no longer a fan of this season!

It's been nine months.
That's long enough to create new life.
It is not long enough to grieve a mother.

I feel weird today; have felt weird for days.
This vacation last year was innocent.
This vacation last year nothing was wrong.

I keep thinking something is going to happen.
Something no one will be able to reach me for.
Something horrible.

I'm beginning to hate spring.