Spring, Poetry by Patricia Ponce

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Life, Weather, Rhyme, Society

by Patricia Ponce

Spring is coming
cruel Spring
with its promise of rebirth
and the verile
memories sure to bring

Spring that was
in that lost life
my boys and me
on the way to see
the Dodgers play
Opening Day

In that Spring I felt
almighty Dad
the principal
larger than life
in their eyes

My body was strong
my wallet was full
my sons regarded me
as all-powerful
and all-knowing
my place in the world
was secure

Surely I was immortal

Spring that should be
so full of love
knowing this may be
the final Spring

Yet I stand
an unconquered man
though my body gives way
my spirit remains
radiant with love
and the joy of each moment
spent with you
I remain
and always will be
the protector
the provider
undefeated, with a legacy

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