Soapbox

First of May

This poem is based on the story “Growing Up” which is found in the “So I’ve Got This Kid” section of this archive.

Gentle spring:
First of May
Tiny chicks have hatched today
Just beneath our window bay.

Verdant spring:
Life abounds
Father red and mother brown,
Tiny bodies fletched with down.

Callous spring
Rushing past
Scarcely notices, alas
Brown feathers on the grass.

Heartless spring
Has no care:
Tiny bodies struggle there,
Shiver in the evening air.

Sad spring:
A child’s hands
Try to help the best they can:
Cannot change fate’s solemn plan.

Silent spring:
Petals fall,
Fragile bundle, much too small
Lies beneath the garden wall.

Wise spring:
Children play,
The red bird has flown away
Hoping for another May.