jdt@sdchema.UUCP (Jeff Thayer) (01/24/84)
This is dedicated to my mother on her Birthday.
Roxanne's Song
Midwinter freeze, stark icy glare.
Chilled Earth slows, another grey dawn.
Somehow a spark, some stop and stare.
Magic seed stirs and sprouts, winter's gone!
Little girl laughs and plays in the Sun.
Lovingly keeping her dolls on a shelf.
'Till one day she whirls and looks in the mirror.
Bewildered she sees a new game's begun.
A blink and the little girl fast disappears.
Replaced by four children's laughter and tears.
A mother herself, filled with questions and fears.
Do Answers arrive along with the years?
Jeff Thayer
San Diego
1-18-84