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My son was born in the spring
the day was April ninth
But snow was falling softly
on that Minnesota night
There were no Robins yet in sight
The air was calm and crisper
And silence rang through out the world
Snow falls in but a whisper
I saw his eyes and deep within
my spirit joined with his
This son that we named Matthew
was my special springtime gift
The next week as I brought him home
The snow had melted down
and on my porch a Robin stood
and spring had come to town
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem for spring. You can not use the words: flower, buds, blossoms, rain, new. |
Author Notes
Today is Matthew's birthday. He is 25.
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