The Day After Vernal Equinox Poem by Michael J ORourke2

It is not that the muse of Vivaldi's Cafe
Casts a spell on my crevassed state
Not that the murals nourish any childlike desire
To creep back into the womb - and re-emerge
But Conor - you should know that a woman - your mother
Burns inside my mind
Sweet anemone bearing petals
'We did it! ' she said - 'Isn't he a beauty' she cried
Bearing the odors of childbirth - the color of blood
And the tears of a lifetime of hope
As if to kiss the incipient spring tulip
And melt all the snow away with one big sigh of joy
Admitting - yes admitting what all mothers know
Who delivered a rosebud such as you
And... so clear to a husband who holds her dear
... And now you
All is love - God's love - Maternal love - true love -
The purest love!