When the Dogwood Blooms and the Cardinal Sings
by Regina Kandraska

When the dogwood blooms
and the earth warms beneath my feet,
I will go to you, lying in your forever cold grave.
I will kneel at your tombstone
and touch the new blades of grass
and the smooth marble around the etching of your name...
When the dogwood blooms and the cardinal sings.

When the cardinal sings,
I will try to find him
in the thatches of creamy white petals
that blend into the clouds
you loved so much when you were three.
I will hear your laughter upon seeing me,
When the dogwood blooms and the cardinal sings.

When the cardinal sings,
I will ask him why sons and daughters die so young,
in the dusty, dry, hot streets of Baghdad,
filled with blood as red as his wings.
I will see your eyes fill with tears
and feel your fear...before you died,
When the dogwood blooms and the cardinal sings.

When the dogwood blooms,
I will slowly pack away a few more of your things,
open the window and dust your room.
What ranting rage tore you from my heart?
Never again to see this sorrowful spring,
Never again to see this blissful spring,
When the dogwood blooms and the cardinal sings.


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Copyright © 2007 - Regina Kandraska
Published: 2/8/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem