SPRING CHILD

To the child born in spring,

How are you?

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And tears in your heart?

Do you still struggle with the words

That would open your soul

To the people who would not

Listen?

To the people who would rather

Not listen?

To the child born of love,

Our sun is rising and the

Wind blows hot and empty.

The winter has passed,

And summer is waiting around the corner.

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And tragedy in your mind?

Do you still remember the pain

That would not lessen with the

Time?

Or the endless insecurities that

Respects no time?

To the child born under the blooms,

It’s the time of flowers

And greeneries, of hope for the future.

The trees are happy,

And the roads are paved with songs.

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

Thinking of lullabies you heard when you were

Young?

The melodies sang by your mother and father

When they were young?

To the child born after the snow,

Why does everything feel sad

When there’s joy around you and

Hearts sprinkled on your path?

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And invisible tears because no one

Understands?

That the pain you live in magnifies as love

Fails to understand?

To my dearest spring child,

How are you?

It’s been so long since we shared

The pain and loss which flows like the river.

Do you still play the piano

With tears in your eyes

For the one we lost

That summer we tried to be together

But chose our paths.

Our upward paths.

And lost ourselves—our hearts.

#rm

03/13/2021