Archive | April 2022

The Season is not always Jolly

As I work in the garden, I can hear cattle lowing. Is it already time to separate them from their calves? I thought that was in May.

A car comes along the road. I remember that exultant feeling of “they’re here!” But I know it will not be my children.

Cattle lowing. Weeds fill the barrow. Mothers are longing.

Why the tears? A car came along the road.

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