Tuesday, April 19, 2011


~Priscilla Kenney, Boston MA, TCF


In the first warm days of springtime

when the winter chill is through,

each waking thought and closing prayer

begins and ends with you.

Like the daffodil and crocus

that survive the bitter snow,

my soul is gently lifted up

and is warmed by sunlight’s glow.

It’s a time of fresh renewal,

a beginning – not an end,

and oh, how much I miss you,

my daughter and my friend.

So I’ll take the warmth of springtime

and hold it close to me,

to help me through the winter storms

till your face once more I see.

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