Author: maiamom

The pretty pink primrose lifts up her face

and smiles at the morning sun.

Her simile seems to say –in the prettiest way—

that a welcome new season’s begun.

This little blessing comes to you

to comfort you and hold you.

And from its depths of quietude

may  simple peace enfold you.

Morning awakens

to shoo off the night.

She spreads out her greeting

and bathes us with light.

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Once they were, but now they’re gone.

Faded mem’ries stir among us.

Time grows dim.  We’re moving on.

I don’t know when or where or why.

It don’t know how or who.

But of one thing I’m very sure:

I’m always here for you.

I’ll slide down a rainbow.

I’ll float on the wind.

I’ll pluck four-leaf clovers.

I’ll make a new friend.

I’ll chase after moonbeams.

I’ll dance in the sun.

And when the day’s over,

I’ll laugh with my fun.

May you know peace

and a quiet heart…

and, when you rise,

a fresh new start.

Let’s share this eve together.

I will sing along with you.

Let’s lift our voices up with song –

a lullaby for two.

They say that April is a onth

of tricks and treachery.

And from the way she’s starting out,

it looks that way to me.