i
In October
golden days suddenly fly
as unexpected,
brutal
nights arise.
ii
You died last spring
when love seemed
to promise life
never ending.
iii
Thirty-one years before,
when I first held you,
your bright eyes
gazed on me
with wonder,
my son —
my love at first sight!
iv
But the cruelty of March
surpasses even winter’s rage.
I prayed for God’s mercy
On that bright, green day.
but bereft in my soul,
only bitter darkness
remains.
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