Springtime

Nature 's greening and the birds make free,
As I sit in my garden 'neath the mulberry tree,
"We regret to inform you", said the cable, just read,
My son, my Johnny, my Johnny is dead,
The very best in life I ever knew,
With hair so curly and eyes so blue,
It seemed just like yesterday to me,
He played on the lawn, he was so full of glee,
While nature was greening and the birds made free,
As I sat in my garden 'neath the mulberry tree.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz