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Click hereA sun ray off melting ice
now reveals leaves the rake missed,
and the brown grass of last year -
either way, just wasted reminders
to that which will ressurect
maybe next year
or later.
Just one little flash of nausea,
fatigue, a thousand-fold increase
of the scent of everything,
and two pink lines confirm suspicion.
These little signs of something new --
someone new --
to distract me this year.
So the figurative cycle
reveals my next course for me,
while my mind still clings
tenaciously to what I can't be
and who I am not.
Little fingers and toes
due in October
are enough to heal
other losses that provide
no reasons or excuses,
just loneliness... heartbreak.
Yes, the sunlight glints,
this ice melts,
shoots of daffodil leaves burst through,
and though I don't forget,
I start over again,
as I always do.
I'm content to wait
for a renewal of reason
to my existence
found within the eyes
of my next child.
Such a sweet reflection of new beginnings and anticipated birth.
What a wonderful way to open yourself to the gift of new life. A gift to this child to read love and comprehend how very special they are..
ty for the read..
Du~
on having the 2 pink lines. :)
This is very nice, thank you for sharing6e. Enjoyed!