FROSTED SPRING

For the mother whose baby
Perished in her arms

The youth for whom bullets

Ring the morning alarm

For the man whose love
Ditched him for gold
The child with the vacant eyes
Who will never grow old

The woman who is cherished

With a kick and a punch
Or the penniless picking dustbins
For finding his lunch

For them each day dawns

Choked with anguished tears

Moments stretch for eternity

Days stretch for years

For all those brave hearts

My grief overflows

Whose flowers are forever buried

In everlasting winter snows

Spring is just another date on the calendar..... 

MS