Reawakening & Miracles by Daginne Aignend
Two little blackbirds searching diligently for fallen twigs Determined to build a cozy home for their offspring Marvel, the tomcat, rolls on his back cherished by the mild April sun Mom and I are sitting on the terrace, drinking fresh made coffee I love the soothing fragrance of the lilacs and hyacinths A natural aromatherapy for the mood and nerves A while ago, our family was struck down when my mom was diagnosed with this horrible fatal disease The world looked harsh, the days painted in somber, dark gray Since that day, we decided every new day was a little present Mom and I are admiring the fresh green color of the young sprouts of the birch trees in our garden as the postman arrives and hands mom a letter 'Complete remission' Springtime, the season of reawakening and miracles