https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tk7WMQ8Qpgo&t=1s

A MOTHER IN SPRING

It was the fall, and I was cold.

It was cold.

I held dad’s hand. And we walkedthroughthepark.

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What did you see?

Trees.

What did you HEAR?

Wind. — Your voice throughthephone.

— Are you mad at me?

You didn’t sound right.

I’M SORRY.

You madedadcry.

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Now it’s spring.

It’s warm.

Why is he gone?

ARE YOU IN THERE?

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I’m scared, mom.

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I’m still cold. –

I’m still cold. –

I’m still cold. –

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Choreography: Maeve Friedman, Abby Baldwin

Dancers: Maeve Friedman, Abby Baldwin

Poetry: Maeve Friedman