Hands Of Our Seasons
For Yvonne Rose
We cannot take back the tears,
we cannot take back the time,
time so precious that we cannot live it again.
A time of meaning within our hearts,
this time need not die.
We cannot take back the sorrow,
we can take back the end.
The seasons, they come, again and again.
Eternally, like one family they stretch,
hand to hand,
Each one beginning
as the other does end.
The spirit can be broken
and so can the heart,
We keep the hands of our seasons
from drawing apart.
P. J. Campise
