by Ellen Guerrero
It began with a
Cough-
One by one
Caught in
Its web.
A pool of
Despair,
Transformed into
An ocean of
Grief.
Another year
Of childhood
Changed.
Another birthday
Lost
In the monotony .
No shrieks
Of laughter,
No games
Of...
The early days of spring
have many silences –
unbound buds coloring
revealed flowers,
that muffle the wind’s
breezy advice for
fruitful summer days.
The spring speaks silently
so I must listen...
