Kimberly McIntyre A Spring of Loss

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

Father reminds, be on good behavior, he suggests

Grandparents arrived, with hugs and some treats Children excited, accepted their sweets Hiding the eggs, and watching them scurry Searching and running, have to hurry!

When all the eggs appear to be found They look inside, surprises abound “Hide them again!” they beg Grandfather He hides them twice, while the kids jump and holler

Asking a third time, Grandfather complies The thrill has diminished after too many tries

Inspecting their gems, making a trade or two It’s time to wash up, we’ll be eating soon

Dinner is ready, we gather around Mother’s feast is magnificent, fit for the crown Grandfather, his habit, says the blessing and prayer Everyone digs in, and fills up on their share

The desserts are set out, after awhile Always inspiring that holiday smile “Your Mother out did herself, once again” Grandfather praises, as he wipes his chin

The grownups converse, on current affairs, While children play happily, without any cares As the sun begins to lower and set Reflecting on a perfect day, no regrets

Off to bed, no time to be sad Mother tucks us in, what a day we had! Memories made with our favorite ones Laughing and eating, having so much fun!

The Grandparents are now gone, their memories I keep Those precious times, make my heart weep I’m glad they can’t see what’s happening today These uncertain times are here to stay