The Child Likes Spring Poem by chris schwartz

Oh, how they cheer me,
The Bright colors of spring
Opening my Blindness
To feel quite new, again!
I gave birth to a child,
And now, to a flower
Watching it grow so quickly
And erupt into bloom
Like watching a meteor shower!
About on, the fourth of July
The seedlings I planted will burst open
And reach for the sky.
Fresh dew on their pedals
Sometimes, it makes me cry.
My tears dry quickly
As the sun rises
In the East,
Memories wander still,
My fingers, young and caked
With the sand on my silver spoon
When Grandma taught me
How to embrace
My childhood.
The love I been missing
I feel it, again!
I've buried the seeds,
With the palm of my hand.
The blossoms,
Look so beautiful,
Staring at the sunset,
Off my patio.