A Mother in Spring
April 25, 2019
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