A Mother in Spring

Maeve Friedman, Staff Writer/Pop Culture Editor

A MOTHER IN SPRING

 

It was the fall, and I was cold.

 

It was cold.

 

I held dad’s hand. And we walkedthroughthepark.

 

 

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.

 

 

Now it’s spring.

It’s warm.

Why is he gone?

ARE YOU IN THERE?

 

 

I’m scared, mom.

 

 

I’m still cold. –

I’m still cold. –

I’m still cold. –

 

 

Choreography: Maeve Friedman, Abby Baldwin

Dancers: Maeve Friedman, Abby Baldwin

Poetry: Maeve Friedman