Stories and Poems by

Louie 'Papa'

SEASONS.

Flowers are born and blossom
I too am born and blossom
The tree spreads their branches
I too spread out my arms and reach for the sky
I get my Mothers milk and go to sleep on this spring night

I awaken to sunlight bursting through my window
I run outside to join my friends
At the beaches, the girls, in their Bikinis, run and giggle
Oh, what fun in the summer's sun
As night comes I say goodnight to Mom and Pa

I put on my windbreaker and go outside
I stop and stare. Mother nature has painted a picture
and used every crayon in the box!
The leaves fall and as I walk I hear the crunch
of Natures lullaby

It seems just a wink and a nod has gone by
when I hear a thump on the side of my house
I sit up in my bed, grab my cane and walk to the window
there, in my yard, stands a snowman
and kids, having a snowball fight!
I look at this blanket of white where just a moment ago
flowers bloomed!

I shuffle to the bathroom to shower and shave
as I close the door, in the full-length mirror
I see an old man looking at me. "Who are you?" I ask
and I see that the old man echo's my words

"I am the young man who lives here." Say I
Again comes his echo
I slowly realize that the old man
with the bald head and the tuffs of hair around,
and in, his ears, is me!

Wasn't it just last week that the flowers bloomed?
Wasn't it just the other day that the girls giggled on the beach?
Wasn't it just yesterday that Mother Nature
painted her masterpiece?
and today comes the winter cold!

and the flowers are buried in their beds
some animals have gone to sleep to await the spring
when I go to sleep tonight
will I also welcome the spring tomorrow?

Louie
"Papa"
Copy right (c) Mexico
April 23, 2008