Spring Again

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you made it to Spring.

the tulips were two weeks behind you,

but our Kwanzan Cherry never blossomed.

none of them did.

the City picked up where you left things,

scouting every last tree in the neighborhood.

they even cut some down — dying for answers.

such is life.

they said all the Cherries were probably sick —

with grief?

they said all we can do is wait for Spring to come, and see

if it gets better.

written by Brent Newberry, on April 5, 2024

marking a year since you passed from this life to your next one. I miss you, girl. I hope you can see I’m doing better.