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A Spring of Loss Kimberly McIntyre Soft winds so warm and perfumed air Spring bloomed, amongst death and despair Rebirth and joy, the season brings This time though, the death toll rings Lives stole, so many lost At a staggering, dreadful cost A global Pandemic, life now insane Questions abound, is science to blame? Day after day, from my cage I watched The waving leaves, the wind gently touched And birds, outside my window chirped So loud and free, while leaders usurped With a heavy heart, I wondered and sighed, How will this world ever get by? Everything’s changed, and nothing to do Except stay home, to avoid the flu Tears of sadness fell from my eyes As I read and watched the media’s lies Terrible things that happened, accepted, believed The numbers of death, are we deceived? A memory sparks, as I sit there and stare Of a Spring long ago, so bright, and so fair With beautiful flowers, decorations galore Bright painted eggs, candy, and more On Easter morning, we headed to worship We donned our best, an important fellowship Saying prayers, singing songs and praise Then left for home, in the sun’s warm rays Once home, we changed and got ready Checked on the food, the smell was quite heady Excitement mounts as we wait on our guests
