It is good to see green again.
Marked by the sun, passing the line.
Let things grow into warmth.
It was this time, in a year long ago,
That I was born.
Twenty-five times since I have watched.
The line always crossed the same each year.
Letting a single moment be traced,
go all the way back to the miracle,
I denied for the longest time...
Now the count starts again.
I watch as if for the first time.
She looks up and smiles,
and I feel the warmth grow.
Undeniable, this time.
Twenty-five times the line was drawn.
So many times I thought,
"is there nothing more.
Will this be all to show?"
Thank you little spring child,
for making everything new.
Author notes
For my little girl, Cadence.
My birthday was March 21, 1984.... The first day of spring.
Spring is the time when everything is made new, so it is only fitting that she came at this time in my life.
A contest entry
- 1984 by Danna Hobart.
550 points, ended July 28, 11 entries
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Comments
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Awww, what a lovely poem. The warmth of it is glowing. Thank you for entering.
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A beautifully-written and moving poem and a pleasure to read.
Good luck in the contest,
Bill
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