When Spring Came... Poem by Marie WardAlonge

It is spring and I have begun to reminiscence,
Of those years I spent as a child-I certainly don't miss.
How I remember, the wind would blow.
Spring would come and I had nowhere to go
For many reasons, I never liked it much.
It was the change of the season-more troubles, more woes.
They would all come knocking at our door.

I would run to a place and daydream.
And try to forget what I had just seen.
With all those storms going in and out of my home,
So many times, I sat and I prayed.
I was so afraid.

But it was that country living, that I much despised.
In that house, I saw worry in my grandmother's eyes.
She had little to offer and little to give.
With all her children, she still struggled to pay the bills.
My grandmother would make most of my clothes.
My dear, thank you, I appreciated every thread you wove.

I was conceived in the city but made to stay,
In a place where there was not much of a living.
My mother, well, she refused to become a sitter.
I didn't know it then but years later, I realized I had become bitter.

When the storms did clear and it just me and the stars,
Yes, I would make a wish to make things right but from afar.
I knew I would have to go away
But come back one day.

When we moved to town, I begin to see the light.
Closer to my friends, I was a happy camper
With less worries and troubles in sight.
Today, I live in a quieter place with not so many storms.
I call this place Vegas, my home.
My family, they live where life is simple or so it would seem.
As for me, I followed my dreams.

A writer, I told my grandmom, I would become.
My writing would not help everyone but I hope it would help some.
And what is my favorite season and let me give you the reason.
It is fall-so I can forget it all.
Now, spring comes and I kick back to rest.
I think of poetic words while watching this beautiful sunset.