A Poem by Susan Dale

“I want to go outdoors,” she said
We thought she said
Or was it her eyes that said
That spring is the enduring magic of life

We united with fingers entwined
To hold the fairy blossoms
Being waved to earth
With murmurs of breezes
Painted ethereal
By the sun’s gentle kiss

But there is nothing harder to bear than time
Nothing wearier than acceptance
And mom knew____ wide as the skies
Stretched to the seams of the universe
And we knew with tears
In the corners of our eyes
That this would be mom’s last spring