Every March the world welcomes spring
And all of the warmth and colors it brings
Blooms awaken from their winter rest
Birds chirp and ready their nest
The sun lingers a little longer each day
Kids are emerging and beginning to play
The world comes alive and fills with glee
But this is not what March means to me
For me it brings the anniversary of a death
The anniversary of the day my baby took his last breath
The marking of another year since I last saw his face
The remembrance of a dark time and place
Another year to wonder what he would be today
Another year when no one will know what to say
Some will be afraid to mention your name to me
Others will offer some form of sympathy
March….a month that I must get through each year
Time marches on I guess….even without you here