A funeral for winter
A farewell to the frost
A eulogy for torrent
A dismissal of the dross

Invitation for the blooming
Announcement for the rain
A transition to resurrection
As life returns again

A goodbye to the darkness
Left behind,  the monotony
Of daily brazen coldness
Solar inability

For in the blessed springtime
The sun is more than just a pawn
She perseveres amoung the season
Her presence lingers on.

Put a band aid on it


Sometimes that phrase has bad connotations
But one day a little girl without hesitation
Had a box of band aids
And skipped around the room
Mending with her 1st aid
Much impending doom
Bubbie was sad and missing zaide
The girl climbed into the lap of the lady
Chose a pink band aid with purple stars
Put it over bubbe's heart
She skipped through the house
Her baby brother had tears
A blue and yellow band aid
Soothed his fears
Along with a hug
And a sweet little song
Sister first aid can't go wrong.
Unaware of the impact she'd made
With a box of band aids
She searched each day
High and low
For a broken place
For her band aids to go.
Ima in the kitchen looked impatient
The girl made another band aid donation
Putting a green and orange band aid
On imas hand
Which made her day
Take a box
Along with you
You may find a reason to
Love someone
Who needs some healing
Your band aid may change
The way they are feeling.

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Bubbe-yiddish for grandma
Zaide- yiddish for grandpa
Ima- Hebrew for mother

Broken butterfly

Tattered wings
Memories of finer things
Years go by
Minds are mended
Important happenings have ended
New endeavors ressurected
Wings wear out but never die
Renewing courage to fly
Gossimer feathers
Overlap together
Strength in numbers never wavers
Courage visits sooner or later
Broken butterflies still fly
Ascending to sweeter skies
On the way severing ties
With broken promises and lies
A broken butterfly is wise
Softly sweetly
Still she sings
Very careful with her wings